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reverie-starlight · 2 months

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{PR DAY ~ sakusa kiyoomi}

MSBY manager!reader my beloved <3

it’s PR Day for the jackals and you, their manager, have the day off. so why is your boyfriend trying so hard to convince you to go with him?

gn!reader, fluff, an attempt at humor, atsumu slander (as much as it pains me, it comes with the territory of writing a fic like this 😔) suggestive in some parts. not nsfw at all, but explicit language is used and one conversation surrounds that topic, so read at your own risk <3 also, intentional tense-switch in the beginning!!! and just like the first part, it’s not explicitly mentioned, but reader and atsumu have known each other since high school.

part 1 of the mini-series

managing MSBY came with its ups and downs.

on one hand, you wouldn’t have met your boyfriend if it weren’t for this job. and you've never laughed as hard as you have been these past three years with coworkers before meeting the current core line up of the jackals.

but on the other? you had three massive fully grown children under your care. four, technically, if they managed to annoy sakusa enough that he stoops to their level of childishness.

which was unfortunately very often.

…

nearly every week.

…

fine, basically everyday.

and ever since your relationship was revealed to the team nearly a year ago, the “trouble trio” had been behaving exactly like you expected them to. the whole team was slightly insufferable about it, sure, but atsumu, hinata and bokuto really took it too the next level.

so obviously you really valued your days off.

and today was the first day off you’ve had in months. you refused to take off days during the busiest weeks of the season, but today was a PR day.

interviews, promotional videos for the official social media accounts, a livestream or two- all things you were more than happy to leave in the hands of the team’s PR and social media managers.

the birds were singing, the sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window and a cool breeze could be felt against your skin. the day was calm and you were so excited to relax and do all the things you had planned.

but of course, your hopes are just that.

you see your boyfriend standing in the doorway of your bedroom, looking like he wants to say something. your heart lurches into your throat.

“soooo,” he starts, not looking directly at you as he moves to the bed and looks at his laid out clothes. you’re already shaking your head before he can say anything else. he ignores this and proceeds to betray you. “if you wanted to tag along today, you could or whatever.”

he’s shameless. he knows how much you’ve been looking forward to today.

“kiyoomi. love of my life. my darling. what the fuck?”

he lets out a snort and looks down at you semi-pleadingly- a rare sight. “I’ll buy you coffee on the way there.”

oh, he’s bargaining? you smirk. “aww, baby,” you stand up and make your way over to him, dramatically twirling and falling back into him with the back of your hand touching your forehead and the other pressed to your chest. “you just can’t bear to be apart from me, can you?”

the pleading look in his eye fades and he gives you a disgusted look you know he doesn’t mean. his arms stay wrapped around you so you don’t fall. “you wish.”

you shrug and move back to your chair, finishing up your morning routine. “hmm I guess I’ll stay here then.”

you enjoy the silence for a moment before he sighs. “fine, two coffees.”

a loud laugh leaves your mouth when he says that. your boyfriend would never put this performance on for anyone else. it was as close to begging as you’d ever get from sakusa kiyoomi.

you shake your head and sigh. “my love, you know I’ve been looking forward to my day off for so long. why are you so insistent about me going with you?”

suddenly he’s behind your chair and leaning down so his breath tickles your ear. “coffee and lunch and maybe when we get back I could be convinced to try that thing you were talking about…” the words are backed up by a kiss to your jaw and some pointed eye contact through the mirror.

you widen your eyes and search his expression for any trace of a lie.

none.

you cannot believe you’re letting him convince you into this, but the offer is far too good to pass up.

you pretend to mull it over, then meet his eyes in the mirror again. “make sure the trouble trio don’t try to coerce me into working and we have a deal.”

“well of course, I was going to yell at them if they tried anything like that anyway.”

“perfect, then let’s seal it with a kiss.”

“only a kiss, baby, I feel your hands wandering.” he pecks your lips quickly and pulls away before you can deepen it.

you pout. “can you blame me? you’ve got me all excited now.”

he shakes his head fondly and straightens up, moving to put the shirt his stylist had insisted upon for the upcoming interviews. you had to hand it to her- she knew exactly what she was doing.

you watch him with hawk eyes and he just turns his head to look at you in amusement. “stop staring at me and get ready, you perv, we have to leave soon.”

as soon as you step into the building where all the other jackals are, you’re bombarded with confused greetings.

“hey, I thought it was your day off?”

“ayy, manager’s here! good to see ya.”

“what are you doing here? you weren’t scheduled for today, were you?”

you sigh and sip your coffee, letting go of sakusa’s hand as you speak to the coach. “no, I wasn’t. I was kidnapped and brought here by one of your wing spikers.”

he chuckles and glances over at your boyfriend, who is looking up at the ceiling and avoiding eye contact. “I see. well, if anyone tries to get you to work today, just let me know and I’ll help sakusa put them in their places.”

you smile kindly. “thank you, sir, I appreciate it.”

as soon as he walks away, you’re surrounded by the three people you wanted to see least today.

a long sigh leaves your lips as atsumu, hinata and bokuto stare at you in wonder.

“just get it over with,” you grumble.

“how much do ya wanna bet he promised something outrageous?” atsumu.

“what, like an all expenses paid vacation?” hinata.

“no, it’s omi-omi, it wouldn’t make sense for him to take time off in the middle of game season.”

you roll your eyes at their back and forth and glance over at the man in question, who appears to be glowering. you can almost picture the scowl underneath his mask. “you’re all idiots,” he states.

“hey! I haven’t even said anything yet!” bokuto protests.

“yes, but I can practically hear the gears in your brain grinding.”

“I’ll bet it’s a sex thing,” atsumu interrupts just as bokuto is about to defend himself.

you all freeze and stare at him.

your boyfriend, deadly calm, says “miya, I will skin you alive.”

the blonde, who absolutely loves getting a rise out of sakusa, just smirks. “oh, so I’m right then?” he turns to you and slings an arm over your shoulder. “tell me, dear manager, what exactly did he have to agree to in order to get ya to show up on your day off?”

you flick his forehead and shake your head disapprovingly. “none of your business, you freak. just 'cause your dating life isn’t going too well right now doesn’t mean you can pry into mine. download tinder or something if you’re that bored.”

bokuto and hinata snicker at that, but straighten up quickly when he shoots them a glare. suddenly, meian stalks up behind the three of them and clears his throat.

“if you’re all done terrorizing our manager, our social media team is ready for us now. hurry up.” he nods at you with an apologetic smile and drags atsumu away from you. “sakusa, you too. we’ve been waiting for a while now.”

as soon as his teammates walk away and he’s sure they’re not watching him, he slumps a bit and you notice the tips of his ears have gone red. you smile at him in amusement and pat his cheek, the action only slightly awkward due to his mask.

“aw lighten up, kiyoomi, I’m used to dealing with atsumu by now. just ignore him, he wouldn’t dream of bringing that up again if he knows what’s good for him.”

he sighs and drops his shoulders, relief washing over him now that he knows you’re not regretting your decision to come with him. he slips off his mask and presses a quick kiss to your lips. “alright. I love you, just enjoy the show.”

you take his mask and walk with him to the rest of the group so that they can start with the promotional videos.

it’s fun to watch, honestly, because the team’s dynamic does work well for the cameras. they’re not even playing anything up.

you sit through the promo videos they need to film for upcoming games, the silly one-off fluff questions and the fan asks for their instagram page before they’re allowed a break.

sakusa stalks over to you with a small scowl and you smile. “you’re doing great, handsome.”

his expression softens a bit and he offers you a kiss on the forehead. “thank you, darling. care for some lunch?”

you nod and pull him out the door before a certain trio can invite themselves to the impromptu lunch date.

you walk in comfortable silence towards the building’s food court before something pops into your mind. “kiyoomi, you never answered my question from earlier.”

he hums in acknowledgment. “and what might that be?”

“why were you so insistent on me joining you today?”

he doesn’t answer for a moment, but you wait patiently. you know he’s not ignoring you.

finally he sighs and squeezes your hand. “I feel like we haven’t been spending much time together lately outside of work… and I was hoping that by bringing you with me today we’d be able to have at least some time together…” his voice is low, but he’s not shy about it.

you fiddle with the chain around your neck, one he bought for you a while back. "that's very sweet of you, kiyo."

"and..." he hesitates a bit, but you squeeze his hand in return to encourage him. "I feel more relaxed in front of the cameras when you're there."

you melt a little bit. "I'm happy I make you feel that way, kiyoomi. thank you for kidnapping me on my day off, I suppose."

he snorts and you smile. you're about to lean in to pull his mask down for a kiss, but you're interrupted. of course.

"hey, hey, hey! there you guys are! we saw you leaving so figured we'd get lunch with you!"

you honestly don't think you could ever be mad at bokuto, but he is seriously testing your patience right now. not far behind him are atsumu and hinata, one looking smug and the other a bit sheepish. one of them probably brought up your departure to bokuto, either on purpose or accidentally you'd never know.

you sigh and pat sakusa on the back. "yeah, come on. you're all paying for your own, though."

you both ignore the whines of the fully grown children behind you and continue walking hand in hand.

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BONUS:

"so this question is directed at sakusa..." atsumu reads the question silently and the team watches as he holds back a laugh.

you watch as your boyfriend narrows his eyes at the blonde in front of him and you sigh. things had been going so well up until now.

it’s past lunch break now, and their social media manager had just given them a box full of printed out tweets with fan questions to answer. she snickers to herself as if she knows which question it is and looks pointedly at you from behind the phone she’s recording on.

you blink in confusion, but everything is made clear when atsumu opens his mouth again.

“omi-omi, user @/kiyosdear wants to know if you’re single, or if you’re in need of a dog, because they’re more than willing to bark.”

the social media manager giggles, as does the rest of the team. you feel your eye twitch a bit, but you’re easily able to shove down any possession you feel in the moment.

it’s obviously impossible to ignore so many people vying for his attention all the time, but sometimes it could be a little funny to see how flustered your boyfriend could become from the unwanted attention.

you smile at the small scowl that forms. “no thank you. I’d want nothing less.”

atsumu snorts at his curt answer and hands the box to him. sakusa picks out a question and reads it to himself before blushing furiously and turning his face away from the camera. you watch curiously as meian looks over his shoulder to see what could have garnered that reaction from him and his eyes trail to you amusedly.

the social media manager looks like she’s having a field day, zooming in on sakusa’s red face for a moment. it’s not often something flusters him that badly after all. she’ll milk it for all it’s worth.

the captain pries the paper out of your boyfriend’s hand and reads it out loud.

“@/msby_luvr asks, yo @/sakusakiyoomi, is your team's manager single? totally unrelated, @/msbymanager, are you free on thursday?"”

it’s not exactly a secret to the public that there’s something going on between you two, they just don’t know what that something is.

of course neither of you ever confirm or deny anything, but you imagine being asked outright like that is what caught him off guard.

the camera cuts to you, “offstage” laughing at the question and shaking your head a little in amusement.

or maybe he’s not shy, but rather jealous?

that’s kind of sweet.

regardless, you speak up for him, knowing he wouldn't answer. "I am not single, but thanks for asking."

the camera pans back to the team, just in time to catch the tail end of atsumu clapping your boyfriend on the shoulder.

sakusa gives you a small smile, clearly relieved you took over for him, and goes back to focusing on the interview.

hinata, the poor thing, reads the next question. “oh boy… @/msbymanager asks, sakusa and atsumu rivals to lovers arc when?”

you cackle as both men whip their heads in your direction, betrayal and incredulity on their faces.

raising your hands, you said to them “in my defence, I was still miffed about being dragged here on my day off when I sent it in!”

atsumu loudly refuted the question and the jeers from his teammates, but that was all drowned out by the look your boyfriend sent your way.

you sighed. you were really in for it later.

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I’ll 100% be doing more MSBY manager!reader. and I’ll do more PR scenarios as well, bc as much fun as this was to write, it didn’t have as much as I wanted to include. but I’ll have to do more research. thank you for reading!! and happy birthday sakusa <3

tags: @dira333 (ty for inspiring me to turn it into a mini-series) @emmyrosee (Ik you love Sakusa and you wanted the WIP for this a long time ago)

#sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #haikyu x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x gender neutral reader

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krisdreaming · 11 months

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Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader

WC: 1k

Summary: Among other things, Kiyoomi loves that you always seem to know what he's thinking.

A/N: Hi it's me, writing for Sakusa again even tho I feel like I know next to nothing about his character outside of reading other fics :D

One of the things Kiyoomi loves about you the most is that you always know. He knows he isn't the most expressive guy, but somehow you still manage to read him like an open book.

Take the last party Bokuto threw for the Black Jackals as an example. With everyone's significant others in the mix, it had ended up being quite the crowd. Everyone was talking and laughing, and as the evening wore on he was starting to get sick of the commotion. Bokuto slung an arm around his neck as he laughed loudly at a joke Hinata had told, and Kiyoomi had gritted his teeth, hoping his teammate would move on to his next prey soon enough.

Across the room, he saw you in conversation with Meian and his girlfriend. You happened to glance in his direction, and with a few more words and a smile, you stepped away from them and started toward him.

"Hey, Kiyoomi." At your approach, Bokuto greeted you and finally slid away from him. Kiyoomi let out a sigh, and you laughed softly. "Are you ready to go? I'm starting to get tired." There had been a sparkle in your eyes that suggested that wasn't entirely the truth.

"Yeah, I'm ready," He said too quickly, "Let's go home." You'd said your goodbyes and were stepping out into the cool night air within a few minutes. Immediately, he'd felt the weight lifting from him.

"Thanks," He breathed out softly, glancing sideways at you on the way to the car.

"It was really warm in there, wasn't it?" You said in response, sliding your hand in the crook of his elbow and giving his arm a comforting squeeze. You flashed a smile at him, and that was that.

Then, a few weeks ago, he'd forgotten his lunch. It had irked him, because you'd prepared it for him just the way you knew he liked, and now your work would be going to waste. On top of that, there were few things he enjoyed less than buying a quick meal at a convenience store, especially when he had practice for the rest of the day. It was always as though he could feel it settling wrong in his stomach. The fact that he knew nothing about the methods of its preparation didn't help matters any.

Still, when you'd texted him offering to bring his lunch for him, he'd refused. He knew you had a busy day, and the last thing you needed was to waste part of your own lunch break to bring him the meal he'd forgotten. Just this once, he was sure he could select something that would do from the convenience store down the street.

That was why he was surprised to see you mere moments after practice broke for lunch. You lifted the bento box with a smile, showing off the matching one you must have prepared for yourself.

"I knew the rest of your day would just feel completely off without having your lunch," You'd said with a shrug, "And I just wanted you to be able to practice at your best!" You'd shared the lunch break with him, and after that hour with you and the meal you'd prepared for him, he threw himself gladly into the remainder of practice. He'd felt on top of the world.

Just two days ago, he'd come home from practice more than ready for the upcoming weekend. The week had felt like it dragged on forever, and he wanted nothing more than to take a long, hot shower and then crawl beneath the fresh, clean sheets with you tucked against him. He just wanted to forget that the rest of the world existed.

When he stepped through the door, he was immediately met with the comforting scents of the dinner you were preparing. "Welcome home!" You'd chirped, and he'd let his hands linger on your hips for just a few moments as he pressed a kiss to your lips. It felt so good to be home.

"So, I thought we could go grocery shopping this evening," You'd said as you turned back to the stove. "We're getting kind of low on some things, and I just planned out a few meals for next week."

He felt a pit forming in his stomach, but he bit back his sigh. "Okay, sure." He tried to keep his irritation out of his tone. He knew you hated doing the shopping on your own, especially in the evenings. You'd turned toward him and tilted your head, assessing him for a moment before you turned to the cupboard and reached for some plates to set the table. You didn't say anything.

You were halfway through the meal before you spoke up. "You know, I think we should just stay home tonight." You said suddenly. "It's already getting dark, and I bet the selection would be better tomorrow afternoon, anyway."

His lips parted in silence for a few moments. "Are you sure?" He finally asked.

You grinned. "Yup. Let's just relax tonight, okay?"

"Okay by me," He said gratefully. You'd insisted he get in the shower while you cleaned up the dishes, and by the time he was out of the bathroom, the dishes were drying and the counters were wiped down. He found you in your pajamas, and you beckoned him to join you in bed.

He didn't need any convincing, and the moment he was under the covers, you'd maneuvered his head onto your chest, your fingers scratching soothingly through his curls.

"You had a tough week, huh?" You murmured. He only hummed in response, the 'tough week' already fading into memory under your gentle ministrations.

"Sorry you didn't get to go shopping," He'd finally whispered, and he felt the press of your lips on the crown of his head.

"I think this is a better use of our time," you had said softly.

There have been countless moments just like these. Moments when you show him again and again that you love him, that you see him. Every single time, it becomes more and more apparent to him. There's one more thing he wants to make sure you to know.

This is one thing he needs to tell you, in case you never do quite work it out on your own. When he sinks down on one knee, he's never been more certain of anything. "I love you so much, and there's no one I'd rather spend my life with than you. Every single day is yours, if you'll marry me."

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader

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taro-im · 2 years

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the things they would do for you when they’re in love

featuring: Sakusa

Sakusa: it was 5 in the morning , the both of you were sound asleep Sakusa woke up giving you a little kiss on the forehead admiring your peaceful sleeping face, the raven haired male decided to let you sleep for awhile because it was the weekend, he got up from the bed only seeing red blood on the bedsheets… he felt guilty for waking you up but he did “h-hey love please wake up I gotta change the bedsheets” he said gently shaking you so you could wake up “baby it’s too early” you muttered half awake giving a little groan seeing a awkward Sakusa kneeling before you “b-but I gotta change the sheets” he muttered playing with a strand of your hair only for you to notice a wet uncomfortable feeling around your pelvic area knowing what’s going on… you bolted up seeing blood under you ruining the white bedsheets… “I’m so sorry Kiyoomi” you said in the verge of tears feeling guilty because these were his favorite bedsheets, “shh you didn’t do anything wrong my love, get up I’ll run you a bath” he whispered giving your hand a little squeeze making you go the the bathroom, you felt a pang of guilt in your chest you knew how much he really liked those bed sheets and how clean he always kept them and you ruined them… you finished your bath while Sakusa was putting away the bloodstained sheets to wash, you awkwardly went to the living room sitting on the couch face down “y/n how could u be such a idiot” u muttered with so much embarassment, you’ve been dating for a year but was too afraid to do anything u think he would consider gross or disgusting and you finally did what if he got Icked out by you? What if he stopped seeing you, you jumped to conclusions and ended up secretly crying not knowing Sakusa was out the bathroom door, “baby here take some ibuprofen, do u want me to make u hot cocoa while I’m in the kitchen” the raven haired male said but eyes bolted hearing your quiet sniffles “hey shhh my love what’s wrong” he said speed walking to you on his knees holding your face wiping away your trickling tears, “I’m so sorry for the sheets kiyoomi” you said avoiding eye contact, “sorry for what? Y/n you didn’t nothing wrong, it was just an accident I would be a mad man if I got angry over that why would u think like that my love” he said holding your face with a small frown wondering why you would think like that” baby I’m sorry I know you hate messy gross things and that was blood, last time your cousin had a bloody nose and it got on your couch you got so angry at him” you said calming down “baby he’s my cousin your my wife- I mean girlfriend when it comes to you I don’t care what I have to do and nothing you’ll do will ever make me feel that way because your my everything, look at me y/n, those sheets vs you, your more important than some bedsheets I could buy I don’t know why I would even compare you to that, nothing compares to you baby” he said with his gentle soothing smile which made your heart melt, you’ve fallen so hard for this boy but can you even fall even harder? He kissed your forehead caressing your face “since I’ve been with you I’ve learned many new things and new experianced and my love I can’t wait to go through new things with you, you have changed me to a better person now let me get your medicine” he said giving you one more kiss.

THIS WAS A DRAFT I MADE WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN IT HAS BEEN TWO YEARS AND I HAVE FINSIHED IT ITS KINDA RUSTY BUT OH MY GOD THIS IS MY FIRST WORK UPLOADED AINCE I WAA 15

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #sakusa hcs #sakusa fluff #sakusa angst

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chaeiimimi · 1 year

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O8 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬!

Synopsis: Sakusa Kiyoomi, a young ravishing man, an athlete for the Japanese volleyball team and comes from a very prominent family around Japan. He was perfect, looks, wealth and fame. But you can’t have everything in life, can you? Sakusa, the germophobic athlete, suddenly wakes up one day and sees a baby boy in a basket in front of his door step, in the basket was a letter, a letter from his past lover, saying that the child was his. The panic look on the spiker’s face was almost comical, knowing that his life would turn into a complete 360, that day was his first time ever to miss a volleyball practice and to call Komori to ask for a babysitter. You.

Notice: the only thing I own is the plot, the art and the characters aren't mine and they all belong to their respective owners.

Sakusa woke up the next day feeling a little more refreshed but still confused as ever, he settled with the fact that you were only doing what he was paying you to do

The spiker got up and did his usual morning ritual, he then went out of his room to find breakfast has already been prepared on the table. Along with the sweet aroma of food was the voice of his babbling son. He was seated in your lap and you were answering Kaito as if he was talking to you, you were nodding at him and saying stuff like “is that so?”. Kaito would chuckle and babble even more which always lead you to laugh

Sakusa found it endearing, so endearing in fact that he had to stop in his tracks and admire the scene in front of him. He found himself thinking about what could’ve been if Nami was a decent enough mother who didn’t leave her child at the front door of her ex-fiancée. Then his poor son wouldn’t be motherless

his eyes landed on your face, your face always seemed so vibrant when you were interacting with Kaito. When you look at his son, there’s always some kind of affection in your eyes. He had never thought about it before, but what happens if you decide to leave and pursue your dreams? Who’s going to take care of his son?

The spiker was too deep into his thoughts that you had to call him twice to get his attention

“Sir, are you okay?” you asked worriedly

he cleared his throat and nodded as he seated on one of the chairs of the dining table

Kaito stares at his father for a good fifteen seconds before making grabby hands towards him, there was a soft smile that made its way towards the spiker’s face as he took his son from you

you then got up to serve your boss coffee and placed it in front of him

in your almost five months of working in this house, you’ve learned a lot of things about your boss

he likes his coffee black but adds two cubes of sugar to it, he enjoys reading literary fiction, he showers for exactly 15 minutes in the morning and 20 minutes in the evening after practice, he secretly enjoys eating sweets, he is very sensitive towards scents, and that he is a good father.

He would go home tired from practice yet he would still go to Kaito’s room and watch him sleep for a few minutes, he would bring random things he buys for Kaito he would always say “thought he might like it” with a small proud smile on his face

You always thought your boss would not be the type to make bad decisions like overdrinking and getting so drunk that he couldn’t bring his home

but the man truly is full of surprises because right now you are staring at a drunk Sakusa Kiyoomi being held up by two of his team members you recognized as Bokuto Koutaro and Hinata Shouyo... in the middle of the night

“I errr--- who are you?” the orange hair man asks you

“Oh I’m y/n l/n, I’m sir Kiyoomi’s househelper” you bowed politely

“didn’t know Sakusa-san had a housekeeper” Hinata mumbles but then smiled brightly at you

“Well it seems like your boss had too much to drink,” he says scratching the back of his neck

“y/n-san we would like y=to ask you more questions but we have another-”

“ooohh is that omi-omi’s wifeeee?” Bokuto was cut off by another man who seemed to have had too much to drink as well, that man was Miya Atsumu

the two men immediately handed you Sakusa and mumbled a small apology before dragging Atsumu away

you slowly guided your boss inside the house and sat him on the couch

“Sir? can you hear me?” you asked

you got a mere nod, you went to the kitchen to get your boss some ice-cold water and stirred in a generous amount of sugar to avoid a terrible hangover the next day

you went to your boss who was leaning on the headboard of the couch, you slowly patted his shoulder

“sir, here’s a glass of cold water with sugar so you won’t have a hangover tomorrow” you explained to him

he took it from you and drank it one shot

yeah that was not a good idea

seconds later his face scrunched up and he was holding his head, he was having a brain freeze

which immediately also made you panic, you held his head and kept asking if he was okay

he suddenly stopped and looked up at you, you haven’t seen him this close, but you always knew your boss was attractive he was even cuter now with his flushed face and half-lidded eyes, he almost looked like a kid

you let out a small chuckle at the antics of your drunk boss

and in just a flash you felt your hand get pulled, a hand on the back of your neck, and a pair of soft lips against yours.

hey y’all it’s been a while but am back babyyy... I’ll try to upload as frequently as once a week cuz college is brutal AF, pls don’t be shy and send in your requests cuz writing block hasn’t gone away yet, comments, likes, and reblogs are very appreciated <3

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corpsekiller · 3 years

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𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 — 𝐬.𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. kiyoomi sakusa x genderneutral!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. fluff with some angst, kinda insecure!kiyoomi

𝖲𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲𝖨𝖲. after you asked kiyoomi to get your water bottle for you, he finds some interesting items in your bag.

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long and i decided to finish it for the sake of my sanity. i didn't want to make this so soft and sweet, but my brain just did its own thing and i didn't have the nerve to change anything, so here it is. reblogs and comments are appreciated as always, babes 🖤

𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧. 1.294 words

MASTERLIST

Kiyoomi didn’t expect to find this in your bag.

You had asked him to get your water bottle for you, the one that is decorated with various stickers in different colors and has a dent on one side because you accidentally dropped it once while you were climbing the stairs at home, told him to grab it while you buy something to eat for the two of you in the cramped school cafeteria that smells like overcooked vegetables and frying oil.

Surprisingly, it still catches him off guard when you’re so utterly mindful of his phobia and put so much effort into improving his day with small gestures and subtle actions here and there — purposely keeping him out of crowded places like you did today, picking spots for your already planned dates that don’t cause him as much anxiety as public places usually do and always reassuring him if his doubts cloud his mind and make it hard to grasp a clear thought.

Although he doesn’t say it often, he’s grateful for your kindness that enabled him to sit in an empty classroom instead of being stuck in a line of jostling students who are all impatiently waiting for their lunch. Still, practice starts in less than an hour and Kiyoomi knows he should hurry so you’ll have plenty of time to enjoy your food together without having to rush.

Yet, he can’t bring himself to move.

Honestly, Kiyoomi didn’t mean to snoop around in your things, really, but the small purse labeled with his name and a doodled heart caught his attention. For whatever reason, curiosity got the best of him and so, he dared to drag it out of its hiding spot between heavy books and messily scribbled notes you took absentmindedly in class, pull the zipper and sneak a careful glance at its mysterious contents. That’s why he’s now staring at a tube of clear hand sanitizer, two clean face masks, and a pack of disinfectant wipes to clean surfaces as seats and doors.

He hates doors. More than anything else. The thought of all these unclean hands grabbing the doorknob and smearing their germs over the cool metal makes his stomach churn uncomfortably and nausea crawl up his throat, though he is quickly pulled from the everlasting spiral of disgust when he finds a pair of latex gloves and a crumpled piece of paper listing a bunch of cleaning products in that strange purse as well.

The brand names are oddly familiar. In fact, most of them can be found in his bag, especially the one he uses for the gym because these products are essential for him and he carries them with him wherever he goes. How else is he supposed to survive in this hell? Though he can’t recall ever asking you to keep those items in your bag for him to use.

So why did he find them in your purse then?

“Omi, I was waiting for you! What’s taking you so long?” Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts and catches his attention. The smell of warm food makes his stomach growl hungrily as he looks over his shoulder to you. To his surprise, he finds a bag filled with take-out boxes dangling from your fingers and if he squints, he can faintly read the name of the Chinese restaurant down the street printed on the white plastic before you drop your lunch on one of the tables and take a step closer to study his expression with furrowed brows. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I found this in your bag,” Stoic eyes shift to the purse he’s been clutching tightly in his hands, thumb nervously running over the letters of his name and lingering over the scribbled heart for a second. The question he’s been meaning to ask hovers on his lips instead, engraved in a slight pout that is hidden behind his mask and impossible for you to see.

“What do you mean, babe?” You inquire as you shuffle even closer and peek over his shoulder, trying to figure out what he’s holding so tightly in his grasp. The lunch you bought is now abandoned and completely forgotten in your confusion. When your gaze falls upon the bottle of hand sanitizer that you circuitously stuffed into the smaller pouch with a pair of clean masks and hygienic wipes everything suddenly makes sense.

“Oh, I bought those a few weeks ago,” you explain casually. A soft smile grazes your features and Kiyoomi momentarily forgets how to breathe, struggles to get enough air into his lungs without getting distracted by the kindness in your eyes as you gaze at him and lean forward to slip the purse out of his tight grasp. In the process, your hand brushes over his and sends a jolt of warmth through his limbs and he swears, his heart takes a little jump at the touch of your soft skin.

“Why did you do that?”

“I wanted you to feel safe and comfortable with me, Omi.” Your fingers caress the seam of his face mask, gingerly follow the lines of the material until you reach the rubber band that keeps his protection in place, playfully snapping it against his jaw before pulling it over his ear to reveal his face.

The blush that has been decorating his cheeks only deepens under your loving stare. A hand comes up to his chin, thumb sweeping over the faint scar under his bottom lip he collected when he was younger. “I want you to feel safe with me, okay? It doesn’t matter if I have to buy one hand sanitizer, new face masks every week, or a thousand bottles of bleach as long as you are comfortable and at ease around me.”

And in that very minute, Kiyoomi thinks he might spontaneously combust right in front of you. Right here, in the middle of an empty classroom that smells like chalks and the sweaty desperation of failing students, a place that isn’t romantic in the slightest and still appears to be the most idyllic scenery he has ever seen in his entire life. Fuck, what is he supposed to say? Words can’t describe the feeling blooming in his chest and his body wants to do so many different things at the same time - pull you into a tight hug, pepper your beautiful face with endless kisses, hurl you up in his arms and never let you go.

You beat him to it.

“We should eat lunch now. I don’t want you to practice with an empty stomach, you know?” Reaching out to him, you grab his arm and graze your fingertips over the inside of his wrist. It’s enough to set off a swarm of butterflies in the pit of his stomach, skin tingling under your touch and before he’s able to react, you’re already fisting his shirt and pulling him down to meet your lips in a loving kiss. The room begins to spin and his knees grow weak, he can sense it, but then you’re already giggling at his lovestruck expression and guiding him outside without letting go of his hand.

tagging: @hisvillainess (kisses for you)

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domainofnao · 2 years

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When their foodie S/O just wants to stuff their face with food but their mouth is small.

Warnings: None

Tags: Suna, Sakusa, Fluff

A/N: The reader is smaller than Suna.

Prelude

-You’re both at a festival at night

-Both are wearing a yukata with comfy shoes or slippers

-You literally just want to stuff everything in your mouth but you can’t… unless you want to choke to death due to your stubbornness. (Now, that won’t be graceful, everyone, let’s die with grace.)

Suna

You stared at him unamused as he ate the large sized takoyaki in one bite; definitely trying to annoy you as he stared back with a hint of playfulness on his face.

“Do you find annoying me right now funny?”

He nodded, still chewing his food. His lips aren't definitely hiding the laughter that’s about to erupt as his smile grows wider.

You held his eye contact as you aggressively poked your regular sized takoyaki with a toothpick and popped them into your mouth to which he laughed at.

“Babe, it’s still takoyaki.” You chew your food fast to reply to him.

“IT’S A GIGANTIC TAKOYAKI.”

“Still a tokyaki.”

“It’s BIG.”

“Well, you can slice them in half.”

“Then I won’t be experiencing takoyaki in all their glory. They’re supposed to be eaten in one bite!”

You tried to reach his container with your toothpick hoping to snatch one only for his palm to meet your forehead stopping you from advancing forwards as he raised his other hand that’s holding the takoyaki.

“Let me try eating them again, Rinta.”

“No, you literally choked just five minutes ago.”

“Something was stuck in my throat five minutes ago, I’m totally fine now.” You tried to grab his arm that’s hindering you from your happiness.

He now grabbed the top of your head. He snickered. “Babe, eating a gigantic takoyaki won’t help you grow taller though.”

“UGHH! SUNA!”

“AHAHAHAH!”

The next day, you were updating your instagram when you saw his recent post. It was a video of you sulking while eating your regular sized takoyaki, his gigantic takoyaki can also be seen.

‘Eating a gigantic takoyaki won’t also help you run faster, sweetheart.’

“RINTARO!”

He immediately leaped from the couch and started running.

Sakusa

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Trying to eat my crepe?”

“I have eyes.” He rolled his eyes, which you returned. He stared at you as if judging your life choices. “Surely you don’t think that large spoonful will fit your mouth?”

“There’s nothing wrong with trying.” You stubbornly tried to fit 2 big slices of strawberry, ice cream, and a slice of banana in your mouth.

“I didn’t buy you that parfait to choke yourself with it, Y/N.” He watches you try to fit everything in your mouth. You look kinda dumb in Kiyoomi’s perspective right now, like a child who accidentally threw their favourite dessert due to being overly excited.

He knows stopping you right now will only fire up the child within you and try to challenge him. He has already gone through lots of spontaneous adventures since meeting you, messing up his schedule laid out for the day. Hence, he is just watching you right now, head on his hand as you both sit on the picnic blanket- staring at a person bearing an enormous cheek bulge due to the strawberries you shoved into your mouth.

“Are you happy right now, child?” He softly smiled and patted your head. You nod while you slowly chew.

He removed his hand on you and reached for his black tote bag. Kiyoomi formed a habit of bringing a small bag with him when he started dating you. The adventures you randomly dragged him into; the times where you needed things that can’t be found in the area irked him. Therefore, developing a habit of bringing everything he thinks might be in use whenever he goes out with you.

He unzipped the bag. Allowing you to view its contents: Tissues (both regular and wet), a water bottle, a hand sanitizer, a blue pouch containing both of your hygiene products, and lastly, the pocket of the bag holding both his wallet and phone.

You giggled. “Are you my mother?” You leaned closer to him and poked his chest. “Should I start calling you mom?”

He sighs, grabbing your hand that’s poking him, slapping a piece of tissue to wipe your mouth with. “And whose fault do you think it is that I’ve developed this motherly habit?”

Chuckling, “I guess it’s my fault huh?” You grabbed the water bottle he gave you. “Thank you, Mother Kiyo.”

He raised an eyebrow and the corner of his lips pointing downwards. “Try calling me that one more time and I’ll tell your mother to regress you into a fetus again. You’ll marry another man.”

“Heh.”

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kuromochimi · 3 years

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MSBY4 : My Love Language

Miya Atsumu, Hinata Shoyo, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Bokuto Koutaro

Content & Warnings: fluff

MIYA ATSUMU • Gift Giving

You and atsumu were…an odd mix to say the least. One whose love language was to buy everything his love wanted and that love of his not wanting much other than to spend time with atsumu. So what happens then? Atsumu going absolutely limitless. Buying you things you didn’t even know what to do with. One time, you mentioned that you were out of toothpaste, he saw you struggling to squeeze out the last few bits of it so you could brush your teeth that night and the next day, you came home to an automated toothpaste dispenser just so “you don’t have to struggle squeezing out the toothpaste tube next time” according to your boyfriend.

“Tsum tsum, you don’t have to buy me everything you see” you once told him. But he only shrugged and gave you a kiss. You were on the couch, enveloped in atsumu’s arms while a movie was playing in the background

“Tsum I’m serious, there are other things we should be saving up for, you know?”

“Hm? Like what?” He looked at you expectantly

“Like this” you suddenly reached into your pocket and pulled out an elegant, simple, silver ring, and placed it on atsumu’s ring finger. Much too baffled to react, atsumu stared at his hand for a good few minutes before realizing what you just did.

“Did you.. did you just propose to me?”

“ Is that a yes, miya?”

“Look at you calling me miya when you’re damn well about to be one too” and another kiss was shared, sealing the deal.

HINATA SHOYO • Time Together

The moment you opened your eyes and woke your senses, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and something savory and delicious wafted its way into your bedroom. You put on your boyfriend’s sweater because it was far too cold outside the comforts of your blanket.

“Sho? Are you cooking?” You spoke a little groggily still. Slowly peaking your head out your bedroom door.

“Oh good morning sunshine, breakfast is ready” shoyo looked back at you with a bright, contagious smile while holding out a plate filled with your favorite breakfast food.

“That’s sweet baby but didn’t you say you had an important practice match today?” You spoke while walking towards the kitchen area to retrieve the plate your boyfriend meticulously prepared for you.

“Yes but you were sad yesterday and I’m not leaving you alone here like that”

“You’re too good to me.. and this meal is too good holy shit shoyo”

“You’re welcome”

He put a plate of his own across from where you sat and you shared a breakfast, all the fatigue and stress from the previous day disappearing with every smile and kiss shoyo sends your way.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI • Physical Affection

It shocked even his closest cousin komori when he found out how comfortable sakusa was with you in a physical sense. To be fair, it took some time for him to finally open up to you in that way and kiyoomi was more than grateful that you were so patient with him through everything. He always held your hand or waist, one hand on your thigh or intertwined with yours when he’s driving, random kisses on the forehead, nose, lips. It’s hard to imagine that a few years ago, he was reluctant to be as affectionate as he was now.

“Hey omi, remember when you wouldn’t let me kiss you in public because you didn’t want to pull your mask down all the time” you giggled to yourself while you jogged along with your boyfriend. Morning jogs have always been a thing you two shared when he had time.

“Yeah, but not anymore” he leaned gave you a quick peck on the lips while jogging, causing you to momentarily stop your movements. “Ah really, it’s been years and he still gives me butterflies like that” you thought.

BOKUTO KOUTARO • Showing you off

Ever since you started dating bokuto, not one day has passed where he didn’t make it fairly obvious that he was utterly and fully in love with you. I guess you could say that you were one of those couples who posted a lot of photos together and he would sometimes even post vlogs of your dates. And while you were a generally shy person, you still found it very endearing that he was more than proud to be your lover, and you of course, were equally as proud and happy.

“Kou, what are you doing here? Your game is about to start in twenty minutes”

“Come here” he dragged you all the way to the balcony at the gymnasium. It held a view of the ocean, the breeze and atmosphere cool and laid back at sunset.

“What are we doing here, kou? You’re going to be late” you couldn’t say more when he got on his knee and held up a black, velvet box with a ring in it

“Will you marry me?”

“This is so random but yes, of course I will”

After putting the ring on you, he gave you a long, passionate kiss, mumbling “no matter what happens with the game, I’m a winner today, thanks to you”

He powered through the game, the jackals winning 3 to 0.

“Everyone look at my fiancé” he proudly announced during one one of the court side interviews. The rest of the team cheering their words of congratulations to the newly engaged couple.

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amjustagirl · 2 years

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storm chaser outtake: stars will guide you in stormy seas

pairing: miya atsumu x f! reader

genre: romance, fluff

wc: 3.4k

summary: miya atsumu is lost without volleyball. but he still has you.

Miya Atsumu without volleyball is a sailor lost on stormy seas.

He hardly has memories of life before volleyball. He thinks he started in third - maybe second grade along with Osamu. It was love at first sight, being enamored with the speed and strength of strikes, the strategy and precision required from sets, the thrilling saves, the slams from serves. Volleyball has been the lodestar of his life, and he hasn’t strayed from its course for the past three decades, almost four.

But with all professional sports, he cannot keep playing forever.

Knees ache, shoulders strain. Volleyball is a high impact sport - even for a setter. He still has to jump blocks, still has to train to ensure the pinpoint accuracy of his sets, and age wears his physicality down, that’s just the expected ravages of time. He trains harder than ever despite his age - or perhaps because of his age, and clings on, seeing off younger rivals with a smirk that does not betray his hidden insecurities. He keeps his starting position as a setter on the national team (sharing it with Kageyama of course, though he’d never admit it), and setters start to avoid MSBY because they wisely know they’ll never be able to see off the legendary Miya Atsumu.

Still, at the ripe old age of thirty eight, he knows it’s time to gracefully bow out before he’s forced out.

The million dollar question is - what to do, now that he's retired from his professional sporting career?

He could look to his former teammates for inspiration.

Omi-omi’s gone back to his business major roots, and he’s joined Kuroo Tetsuro at the Japan Volleyball Association to do - well, he doesn’t actually know what Kiyoomi does, but he does know that it has to do with numbers and churning reports and he’s absolutely not interested nor suited that - his math teacher scolding him about his single digit math scores might attest to that.

“How d’you even find this fun?'', he asks Kiyoomi over coffee that the former outside hitter begrudgingly agreed to.

“Work is work”, Kiyoomi replies, adjusting his tie. “I have a kid to feed, Atsumu.”

“So do I”, he replies. “Two, in fact. That’s why I’m trying to figure out what to do after - y’know, my joints give out and I gotta sit in the office and do whatever it is that office people do -”

Kiyoomi scrunches up his face as if he’d much rather be somewhere else. To be fair, that’s probably the case. “Maybe you can go back to school. I had to actually get a degree to do what I’m doing, Atsumu.”

The prospect of school at the ripe old age of thirty six is daunting, to say the least. He can’t even keep up with his daughter Shino’s high school math questions, he can’t even keep up with his son Shoma’s elementary school questions sometimes, especially those horrendously tricky questions that you buy in thick books off some black market to coax Shoma into trying out.

So hard no to whatever it is that Omi has decided to do.

Bokuto is a tad more promising. He’s taken to the role of a house husband slash stay-at-home dad like a duck in water, rearing his trio of little Kous. Mizuki’s bemused by the entire situation - the entire internet is bemused, because Bokuto’s decided to chronicle his parenting escapades on instagram and for some reason internet strangers are falling head over heels watching the former outside hitter live his life not as a high octane athlete, but as a dad. His videos about the cutesy bento boxes he packs for Mizuki and the boys go viral, as if the world hasn’t seen sausages sliced to resemble a curly octopus before. His videos about the boys and him splashing through rain puddles and feeding kittens garner far too many views, and he’s somehow parlayed himself into a second career as an instagram dad.

It’s very like Bokuto to stumble into things and have that work out for him. But to be fair, Kou doesn’t really seem to care much about the whole social media personality schtick he has going on.

“It’s just until the boys grow up and I find more coaching jobs to take on”, he explains. Kousuke, the youngest, steals a fork from the table, angles it to the light such that it flashes into his eyes. Cheeky little bugger. Bokuto, without even looking down, lifts the fork away from the toddler, prods his cheek in gentle reproof.

“Shoma’s already in school all day and heads to ‘Samu’s shop in the afternoon - it’s their little routine. And Shin-chan’s too busy with Makoto to bother with her dad anymore”, Atsumu says morosely.

“Hrm. You could always join me in searching for coaching jobs. We’re pretty high in demand, especially from schools. I’m coaching a junior high team in the afternoons, and helping out with the national junior team from time to time. Hopefully I’ll transition into a full time role soon - that’d be really cool!”

Atsumu gives a non-committal grunt. Coaching, while the natural next step for many athletes, has never really appealed to him. He’s not really good with kids that aren’t his own admittedly, given his many missteps over his MSBY career (making a kid cry whilst in the damn Jackals mascot costume gave Suna ammunition for months) and he’s a bit too abrasive in his manner of speech to talk about flying high and giving it your all, that’s definitely more up Bokuto’s alley instead of his.

Meian retired much earlier, so he’s well settled in his second career as a sports agent. It suits him. His earlier days as the MSBY captain has honed his media relations skills, and his deep network gained from his days as a pro-athlete lends well to searching for suitable sponsors and events for his athletes.

“I enjoy it”, Meian says over a cup of green tea. “Was a rocky start at first, getting my foot in the door, but it’s nice to usher in the new generation, you know? Shino and Makoto are already getting scouted, and there’s talks about the junior national team so I have very high hopes for the both of them -”

“Of course Shin-chan’s gonna have scouts sniffing ‘round her”, Atsumu replies haughtily. That’s his daughter Meian’s talking about, after all. “She’s amazing - did you see that final match last year where she took a spike to her face and got right back up like the fighter she is and beat the block with a wipe-out?”

Meian smiles, indulgent. “Time to pass the torch on, huh? Well, if you do decide on being a sports agent, you can always let me know, I have friends who might be able to set you up -”

“Seriously though, Capt’n. Do you think I’ll be any good at it?”

Meian’s face is impassive, but Atsumu knows his answer. Public relations is also something that is very much not Atsumu’s forte. His multiple run-ins with the media (with Meian constantly bailing him out) has earmarked him as one the MSBY media team constantly fretted about. He has a penchant of making everything he say sound rude - calling Hoshimi Kourai a cute, springy thing made its rounds on twitter for weeks, and the scowls he gives any time anyone insinuates that Oikawa Tooru could’ve taken his place on the national team had he stayed in Japan instead of donning cornflower blue are legendary.

“Yeah, probably not”, Atsumu shrugs.

Meian pats his back. “I’m sure there’s something for you, ‘Tsumu. You just have to be patient and think about it.”

That’s easier said than done.

He wanders about directionless for the next two months. Rolls out of bed to greet you and the kids good morning and goodbye as you all rush out of the apartment, off to school and work, turns up at ‘Samu’s store to bug him until he’s kicked out for being a pest (or pressed into being a makeshift cashier, to pay off all the free food you’re eatin’, Samu says indignantly after a week of his twin showing up at his shop).

He even takes an impromptu trip to Kita’s farm to complain about his rudderless existence.

“Maybe I should take up rice farming”, he pronounces.

Kita, to his credit, does not react save for the slight amused quirk of his mouth. His wife Ichika, on the other hand, spits her tea out all over the counter where she’s lurking.

“You can barely keep a cactus alive”, she laughs, her daughters clustered about her legs. “Shino cried over it cos it died when she left it in your care whilst she was visiting us - ”

“How was I supposed to know I wasn’t supposed to water the damn thing every day?!”

Ichika has never been his biggest fan, but for once she tosses him a liferaft - albeit one embedded in an insult.

“Before you decide to run off into the countryside to be a rice farmer or make any life changing decisions like that, maybe you should talk to the most important person in your life about what you’re gonna do next - y’know, like your wife.”

Despite Atsumu’s dumbfounded expression, Kita still gives him the benefit of the doubt.

“You did talk to your wife about your worries, right?”

He takes a moment too long to answer “of course”, because both Shinsuke and Ichika are sharing twin looks of disbelief and he’s frogmarched out of the farm and into his rental car, under strict orders to go home to you and talk until he has a better, clear picture of what his next steps should be.

The hours spent driving through lush, green Hyogo back to the glass and concrete metropolis of Osaka sail by too quickly, because by the time he reaches home, he still doesn’t have a script to talk through his worries, his concerns, his fears with you. But when he walks through his front door and is greeted with a kiss to the cheek by Shin-chan, a hug by Sho-chan, and best of all, your open arms (and dinner from ‘Samu, but laid out by you, that’s the most important bit), his worries melt away.

The bed groans when he climbs in beside you. “Tsumu”, you murmur, a siren’s call that he heeds, lies his head in your lap.

“I don’t know what to do next”, he confesses.

For someone who’s always been so sure-footed about his goals, it’s even scarier for him not to have the answer to what’s next. There’s a sea of possibilities before him, but he doesn’t know which route to embark on, his vision blurred from the storm of uncertainties.

“You don’t have to worry about finding a job, ‘Tsumu.” He makes a sound of discontent and you laugh, ruffling his hair. “We’re comfortable - ”

“Darlin’, you know I got a bit too much pride to be a kept man. I ain’t gonna be some deadweight leaching off his wife, nevermind that you’ve been out-earning me for the past decade or so - you’re amazing by the way, have I ever told you that - ” you snort, shaking your head - “but even though I’m definitely pretty enough to be a trophy husband, it just doesn’t sit right with me.”

You rub soothing circles against his scalp as he slumps against you. “You’ve worked your butt off for two whole decades, even got sponsors even though you hate the lot of them. Our apartment is paid off, we’ve got a decent amount set away for the kids and our retirement, so I’m sorry to break it to you, Tsumu - you’re quite hard working for a kept man.”

He props his chin on your thigh, pouts. “Even so - I don’t wanna sit at home and shake my legs all day. I’m bored - ”

“You could always volunteer to coach Shino’s team - ”

“She’ll disown me -”

“Makoto’s then.”

“Shuugo and Yua will kill me - ”

He cycles through all the possibilities that he’s run through with his friends. Coaching, being a sports agent, being a stuffy business suit like Kiyoomi. You cackle when he sheepishly mentions he even considered being a rice farmer, and nod when he admits he took the Kitas’ sage advice to talk to you, see what you think.

“I have an idea” you slowly say, a smile starting to bloom on your face. “I’d need to talk to Azumi about it - remember how she’s a sports journalist?”

“Sweetheart, I’m not sure I’ve written more than a caption for an instagram post in a decade, how on earth am I gonna be a journalist -”

“Miya Atsumu”, you interrupt. “Do you or do you not trust me?”

You’re the star that guides his days. He may have lost sight of you when you were both younger in the whirling storm of his foolishness and selfishness, but now the skies are clear and the ground is dry. You’ve given him two wonderful children, given him a home that’s warmed by your glow. He’ll be guided by your light until his dying days.

“Always”, he simply answers, curling his pinky around yours.

Your chat with Azumi actually spawns a job.

He shouldn’t have been surprised. You’re relentless, unstoppable when you put your mind to achieve something. So he trots along obediently when you arrange tea with Azumi, ask her polite questions about Kiyoomi and Sachiko-chan, their daughter, tries not to fall out of his chair when you raise the possibility of getting him into broadcasting.

“Being on air?” he asks, when Azumi doesn’t even look surprised. “Me?!”

You exchange a grin with your cousin. “Yes, you, Miya Atsumu. Why, are you camera shy?”

Certainly not. Not when he’s been a pro-athlete for two decades, had cameras shoved in his face - but it’s only ever been for his work on the court. That’s very different from commenting on live matches, keeping the audience’s interest in ongoing games and entertaining them between sets.

“Kiyoomi’s always said you run your mouth, so maybe it’d be a perfect fit”, Azumi laughs.

Atsumu resolves to call his ex–teammate up and yell about what he tells his darling wife about him behind closed doors, because what on earth does he mean by run his mouth - he definitely does not talk too much, it’s just that Kiyoomi’s a tacticum grump who doesn’t talk so everyone seems like a chatterbox in comparison -

“I think so too”, you chuckle.

He whips his head to stare at you, utterly betrayed. But that blends into excitement once Azumi starts discussing contacts of hers that he can reach out to, starts brainstorming media outlets he can peddle his services to, even texts Kuroo Tetsuro from the JVA to see who he can get in touch with.

A couple of weeks spent shuttling around different studios, talking to television executives who all seem excited about putting him on screen (it’s your Olympian status they’re drooling over, you say, to which he replies with a pout - not my dashing good looks?!) and he gets his first gig commentating at the Inter High competition.

It goes well. It goes fantastically well.

He’s incisive when analysing matches, articulating his thoughts clearly but that comes naturally after his lengthy career as one of Japan’s top players. What garners his audience’s approval is the sheer enthusiasm he brings to the table - cheering every single well played point, pointing out technically brilliant plays that the audience might have otherwise downplayed. He even leaps to his feet at one point to applaud a libero vaulting over barriers to save a ball, nearly loses his head when a tiny setter who nearly sits on the floor just to set up a perfect set.

Of course, he’s also the commentator at the matches both Shino and Makoto play in - he announces his relationship with them upfront and the crowd awws, which Shino throws her head back to laugh at, and Makoto only groans. And of course his commentary goes viral, memes spawned when he completely discards the facade of being a neutral party when he jumps out of the chair to holler and brandish his fist in the air as Shino’s team takes home the trophy - and immediately trips.

Oops.

Suna sends memes of that incident to the Inarizaki group chat, which Aran and Osamu poke fun at him for until Kita chides them gently, but it just bolsters his popularity. He gets more and more jobs, even some gigs for non-volleyball events, then he’s booked to travel across the country during V-league season, fly to overseas events to cover matches - regional games, then the World Championships, even the Olympics.

He’s packing yet another bag to head off to Italy when you catch him at the door for a goodbye kiss.

“Are you happy, ‘Tsumu?”, you ask.

“Never gonna be happy about leavin’ you at home for more than a week”, he grumbles, pouting. “Next time you gotta come with me so I can sweep you off to Lake Como after the matches, book some lakeside villa for a second honeymoon - gods, I’m gonna miss you, darlin’ -”

“You already call everyday when you’re away dad - twice a day, in fact.” Shino calls across the room, rolling her eyes. She’s transitioning into her grumpy teenage years with a growing resemblance to Kiyoomi - she spends too much time with him working on her spikes and seems to have picked up his mannerisms by osmosis.

“Promise you’ll still pick up my calls every day”, he insists, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.

“I promise”, you chuckle, dropping a kiss on his temple. He noses at your fingers, seeking for more affection. “Just wanted to make sure you’re happy. It’s been a big year for you, retiring from volleyball, building a whole new career. I’m proud of you, in case it wasn’t clear.”

His ears perk up at the praise, and like the huge softie that everyone accuses him of being, he immediately tears up.

“I couldn’t do it without you. Gods -” he pulls you into his arms, starts to blubber. “I love you, so so much - thank you for sticking by me, and giving me two kids even though one of ‘em doesn’t seem to know her manners - ”

“Hey!”

“Shino be polite, your father’s having a moment - “

“- and believin’ in me and guidin’ me through the tough times cos gods I miss the feel of a ball in my hands, but I knew it was time, but still it was so, so hard to figure out what to do next - ”

“Atsumu”, you disengage with an indulgent smile, thrust his suitcase in his hand. “I love you very, very much too but you’re gonna miss your flight to Milan if you don’t get on the cab in the next two minutes!”

He’s grinning like a fool as he heeds your words and gets into the cab, a lovesick fool after a decade and a half of marriage who still sticks his head out of the car to wave at you violently until you disappear into the distance. His friends might rag at him for being a sentimental sap, but the minute the plane wheels onto the tarmac in Milan, a photo of you is immediately uploaded onto his social media account with the caption -

my star, who guides me out of stormy seas.

The phone rings. He picks up.

“Hey darlin’ - what?! No - you tell ‘Samu to shuddup, I just miss you, what’s so wrong about that?! Just cos he’s a piece of shit - no babe, he’s my idiot twin, I gotta insult him to keep him in shape - ”

The flight attendant looks at him disapprovingly, but his volume does not abate.

“Darlin’ - c’mon, at least tell me you love me, yer killin’ me, you know that - “

A haughty looking businessman sniffs at him.

“I miss you guys, can’t wait to get home soon - you tell Shin-chan no running off to Tokyo with Makoto, you got that - “

“Excuse me, sir - could you please keep your voice down -”

“I’M JUST TRYIN’ TO TELL MY WIFE I LOVE HER WHAT’S SO WRONG ABOUT THAT -”

Someone managed to take a video of that incident, uploads it within hours. It, too, goes viral - half the internet coos over his sweetness (Osamu gags), and the other half just finds it utterly hilarious.

His family and friends just collectively shake their heads.

m.list.~ taglist.~

a/n: an outtake to my earlier longfic, storm chaser.

dedicated to ann. i know i was meant to write short drabbles for my event but you deserve the world and more. every time you reblog any of my works, you gift me with your thoughts and kind words and it’s honestly so invaluable. your encouragement spurs me on to write, and you’re just such a lovely presence on this tumblr space and it’s been a blessing to know you.

thank you, ann - for being yourself, an enduring light in this place <3

@kouyurii

#haikyuu fluff #miya atsumu #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x female reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #miya osamu #inarizaki #storm chaser #storm chaser universe

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infinitefandomimagines · 3 years

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Things the hq boys secretly love pt. 1

WARNINGS: language, some suggestive content

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CHARACTERS: Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintarou, Bokuto Koutarou, and Sakusa Kiyoomi

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part 1 , part 2

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

• when you use his body wash, cologne, shampoo, etc. basically anything that makes you smell like him.

• makes him go absolutely feral inside.

• started one day when you ran out of your own body wash and you just used his instead. so when you went to hug him after your shower and he got a giant whiff of his body wash clinging to your figure? oh boy, he was done for.

• "sorry hajime, i forgot to buy more body wash yesterday so i just used yours, i hope that's okay."

• "yeah, it's fine."

• iwaizumi hajime is indeed not fine.

• he's all cool and collected on the outside, but internally he's losing his mind and thinking some not so safe for work thoughts.

• he starts doing things like: buying the larger bottles of his body wash, putting your body wash behind his or on a higher shelf, giving you clothing doused in his cologne, one time he even hid the new bottle you'd just bought for a few days before he "miraculously" found it.

• don't get me wrong, he absolutely loves the way you smell and all of your products, but there's just something about you smelling like him that gives him an odd sense of pride and makes his heart race.

• he never directly tells you he likes when you smell like him, but he'll drop little hints like saying "you smell nice" and "i like the new body wash you're using."

• "haj, this is your body wash?"

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SUNA RINTARO

• when you film and take photos him instead of the other way around.

• he's literally always filming and taking photos of you, even has a whole album that consists purely of content of you. so when you decide to start taking revenge by doing the same, suna's heart soars.

• you even created his own little folder in your phone and he thinks its absolutely adorable.

• but that doesn't mean he isn't a little shit about it

• will 100% pretend to hate and be annoyed by it, but deep down he finds it endearing. not that he'd ever admit that.

• you'll catch him doing something subconsciously or just plain stupid. really anything you deem adorable and want to save and cherish for later.

• you even caught him dancing around while he was cleaning once.

• when he catches you filming he just stops whatever he's doing and his face settles into this deadpan expression. he’s all pouty and you'll let out this little giggle that melts his heart (but he's gotta keep up his "over it" act)

• mf is just like "cut the cameras. deadass."

• if you catch him doing something embarrassing he's not afraid to chase you down and tackle you in retaliation.

• gripes about you deleting it (which you always refuse to do) and then five seconds later will be like "...can you send it to me?"

• he may act all huffy about it in the moment, but he absolutely loves that you cherish these moments with him so much that you want to document them.

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BOKUTO KOUTAROU

• when you crash boys night.

• you try not to do it too often because you respect his free time and his friends. but every now and then you'll come home a little earlier than planned or need to bring bokuto something he left at home.

• every time without fail, bokuto perks up with excitement and invites you to hang with him and The Boys™️ despite your intrusion.

• you've always thought he was just being nice because you're his s/o, but he genuinely wants you there.

• he loves that you make an effort to get to know his friends. it shows him you care about his personal life and those he's closest to. he really does want you to get along with his friends and vice verse

• at first his friends are a little dismissive of you, but they warm up to you pretty fast. they all secretly have a little soft spot for you after seeing how happy you make bokuto, but that doesn't mean you're exempt from teasing.

• kuroo flirts with you every now and then just to push bokuto's buttons.

• all of this also extends to when you invite him out with your friends.

• the fact that you also want him to get to know your friends and be part of that region of your life warms his heart.

• all of your friends love him of course, they think he's adorably hilarious. plus, they see how happy he makes you, so he's got their approval.

• basically what i'm saying is please invite this sweet boy out with you, and don't feel guilty about crashing boys night. he loves that his friends are becoming yours and vice versa.

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SAKUSA KIYOOMI

• when you never fail to ask for consent before touching him (besides the obvious consent you both ask and give before nsfw acts).

• you're very aware of his germaphobia, and ever since you met him you've always been extremely respectful with his boundaries, even after the two of you started dating.

• the first time you asked was when you first met him. "is it okay to give you a hug?" "no."

• he was floored when you didn't even seem offended by his short and cold response. you just gave him a smile and an "okay!" and then moved on. uhh, why are his cheeks suddenly heating up?

• however, once he got more comfortable with you in your relationship, he told you that you didn't have to ask to hold his hand, cuddle, or give him a hug or a kiss. it was a big step for him and it didn't go unnoticed by you.

• but he can't deny that it warms his heart that you still ask.

• sometimes you'll look at him with raised eyebrows and he'll give a little nod of consent. other times you'll just pause your actions and wait, allowing him to make the first contact. but most of the the time you'll just straight up ask him.

• "is this okay?"

• "that's fine love, but you know you don't have to ask every time? you're my s/o after all."

• "yeah, i know."

• this man is putty in your hands

• he'll keep telling you that you don't have to ask anymore (he doesn't want you to feel awkward around him) but you assure him you don't mind and continue to any ways.

• he won't admit it, but he secretly loves that you still do. it shows him you respect his boundaries and care about him enough to put aside your own wants for his comfort.

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A/N: i plan on having several more parts to this hc, and i already have a few other boys planned, so let me know who you want to see next!

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osamiiya · 3 years

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Hopeless Romantic Things they do

Characters; Bokuto Kotaro, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shoyo

Warnings; Making up from a fight during Sakusa's, yelling mentioned but it's all fluff!

All my opinion! You can tell who's was my favorite to write </3

Bokuto Kotaro

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Memorizes your favorite drink/food/anything at a store and whenever he passes by he'll buy it for you just because he's always thinking of you

Also somehow always knows if you're craving something or just in the mood for something

It's all to see the smile on your face when he hands it to you

Will go out of his way to give it to you, even if he wasn't planning on seeing you that day :(

"I was passing by that store you liked so..."

Bokuto's smile is wide and he laughs with glee as you smile, taking the items from his outstretched hands.

"You didn't have to Kou." Bokuto's shaking his head, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, smoothing your hair and cupping your cheek, thumb grazing your cheekbone and your ear nestled in-between his middle and ring fingers.

"I wanted to because I love you."

It's said like it's the most simplest thing in the world, but for Bokuto it is, overflowing with love, especially for you.

"This is the third time this week." He just smiles in response, kissing the cheek not cupped in his hand.

"I'd do it every day if it was to make you smile."

Sakusa Kiyoomi

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He's not very good with expressing himself with words, so everything is mostly small touches because if it's you its ok.

But no matter how hard you fight, or how far you are, he refuses to go to bed without an "I love you."

Three words that are already hard for him to say, but he worries that one day you'll start to think he dosent love you.

"y/n?"

His voice is scratchy from yelling, back against yours because he's not sure if he's allowed the luxury of falling asleep to your face.

When you don't respond, his mind draws a total of two conclusions; you're still mad, or you're asleep already.

It's quiet for a beat as he tries to figure it out based on how deep you're breathing, but the answer dosent come and he's left laying in the dark silent room.

"Y/n? -" He calls out again, voice softer and apologetic even though apologies were said earlier "- I love you."

His breath is caught in his throat when you mumble an 'i love you' back to him, and he's so relieved he could cry.

Oikawa Tooru

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Everything

No, but he likes to watch you. Not in a creepy way, but he just finds everything you do so fascinating and you always look so mesmerizing he could and would watch you do the bare minimum and be absolutely enthralled.

Sits there with a stupid lovesick look on his face, sappy grin as his head rests in the palm of his hand

It's a bit creepy at first, but you get used to it eventually

"... Can I help you?"

It's not like you're doing anything special, just filling a glass of water and Oikawa's head is resting on the counter of the breakfast bar, eyes wide and shining like you had just hung the stars in front of him.

"You just look really pretty right now."

"Are you saying I don't normally look pretty?" Your question has Oikawa's eyebrows shooting upwards.

"Don't even joke about that, of course you do."

He's scoffing and the tone of voice he uses suggests a much greater offence than just suggesting you don't normally look pretty, but to Oikawa, its in the top three.

You notice he's still watching, even after you drink your water and continue doing whatever it is you were in the first place.

Same dopey smile plastered onto a lovesick face.

Hinata Shoyo

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He's so cute :(

Hinata likes to buy you flowers, single wrapped flowers, all perfect and crisp in their plastic casing

Every night he comes home, he's holding a flower up to you when you open the door, just like how he confessed his love for the first time

He still does it even if you're allergic, bringing plastic flowers, or cute pipe cleaner flowers he used to make with Natsu

"Surprise!"

Hinata always says some variation of the exclamation when you open the door, even if it's no longer a surprise, holding up a single flower out in front of his face, then tilting his head to the side to give you a warm grin.

There's no occasion, as you soon learned after moving in with Hinata, he just likes the gesture, Natsu having told him before that he should always get the person he loves flowers, because flowers are pretty and anyone who falls in love with her brother must be pretty.

Hinata places a gentle kiss on your cheek

The yellow tulip is unwrapped carefully and placed in the designated vase, and Hinata carefully examines the vase of flowers as you tell him about your day, Hinata interjecting occasionally to repeat something you said that he isn't sure he understood correctly, picking out a couple of flowers that look like they're wilting.

"We should bake these soon." It's mumbled under his breath, a reminder to himself to add the baked leaves to the collection jar you have, for use later when you get married as confetti. Pretty, sentimental, and biodegradable.

The jar's filling up quickly, and Hinata can't help the anticipation that bubbles in his chest about finally marrying you.

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lovemeian · 3 years

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cherry knots, msby jackals edition part 02.

MINORS DNI.

+ original cherry knots ft. hq boys + part 01: bokuto kotaro, shion inunaki, meian shugo, miya atsumu (ft. miya osamu)

characters ! hinata shoyo, adriah tomas, kiyoomi sakusa, and oriver barnes

suggestive! fluff(ish) + this is a more detailed headcanon (an essay if you will, of my original cherry knots & which hq boy is which) for the other jackals, check the link + aged up & timeskipped! and all that goodness + mature themes you shall be forewarned with: horny hinata, thigh kink? mayhaps, spit kink!, some clothed grinding lol, mentions of overstimulation + adriah’s got a little steamy, so major MDNI TO THAT ONE LMAO, also managed to be sacrilegious there so whew !

masterlist ; taglist

HINATA SHOYO,

here’s the thing about sho that makes him such a darling, anything you pose to him— a suggestion, a shy admittance, anything new you wanna try, baby boy is up for it

trust me, he didn’t know

but he’d be damned if he’d let ignorance stop him from making you moan

so you pose it to him, right? you bought cherries for this experiment, and you were so excited, you practically jumped on him whilst he was trying to recover from practice, thighs aching, skin all sweaty, but even as he whined about his sore muscles, he pressed you closer to his lap, angling you in your sweet spot because this man does not tire if its to make you feel good

even in his weakest, he can send you six ways to sunday accompanied by hymns from choir, hallelujah

pardon to my christian folk

so when you told him to open his mouth, popped the cherry in there, the last thing he’d figure you’d do was that

but mans is quick, the movement of your tongue felt familiar and sinfully new all the same, and soon, he’s gripping you closer, wanting to let you finish what you’re doing whilst his grinding on up against you

when you both separate, there’s a crystal line of spit, you are both a mess but mouths split into massive grins, as he begs you to teach him that

mans a quick learner, has a damn near bottomless energy, and would do anything for you

you should be a little bit terrified

ADRIAH TOMAS,

heres the thing

adriah’s so angelic, sweet looking angel baby boy

he buys you flowers on every date, loves to rub his thumb over your knuckles, and kisses so sweetly

but if you’ve been dating this man for a while, you know he’s got a kinky wolf waiting to be unleashed

brat tamer!adriah, welcome to my ted talk

but it’s patient, hardly ever triggered. he’s sadistic that way

overstimulating you until your crying, and shushing and kissing your tears is his absolute favourite pastime, only because you know he likes seeing how much he can make you feel that good

but it was just seeing how good of a kisser your darling boyfriend was, right? nothing more?

yeah, no.

you were going to surprise him, wanting to have the upper hand on it and give him overstimulated pleasure, so you’re both in bed, straddling him, as you held his chin with your fingers and with what you practiced, tried to tie it but you simply couldn’t. it’s too hard.

now adriah’s a little bit of a mess, and as you look down on him a little guilty, his smile is so angelic when he holds your face and tightens it a little bit as he pulls you down on him, and he. goes. hard

teaching you what you were attempting

he doesn’t stop until he’s twisted your bodies so he’s on top, ravaging your mouth like a man starved and pressing insistent circles on your clothed pussy, until you’ve probably came once, twice, panting as he grins at your hazy expression, mouth wet with spit

“isn’t that what you wanted, sweetheart?”

heaven have mercy upon you, bc adriah sure as hell wouldn’t

SAKUSA KIYOOMI,

oh sweet, baby angel

didn’t know what it was and probably didn’t want to know

but you’ve picked the right mood, omi had just finished a successful practice and you’re both on the tub together, his favourite safe space to just unwind with you, accompanied by good bath salts, foams, and music from a little player you put at the farthest edge of the bathroom to avoid accidents— when you brought along cherries and asked him if he could practice something you learned about

“in here?”

save him, the water’s meant to protect him lmao

so when you nod, he obliges either way (because it’s you, he’d move heaven and earth if you asked), so when you settle on his lap and shyly ask him to put his tongue out to put the cherry in— lord, someone save him

he’s bright red, garbled mess of spit, moans and groans as you kept at it until you could tie the damn thing

it took a while, let’s be real

and he’s so smoked up, so red, that he’s sputtering at you, “that— you?— I—”

when he calms down, he’s pouting lol, but he’s braced his arms around you tightly

“you’ll only do that with me, yeah?” he whispers in your ear, because as much of a mess that was, it was hot

ofc omi, no one else

BARNES ORIVER,

HE’S THE ONE WHO BRINGS IT UP

he was curious, some people had talked about it, and most has counted it as a skill that meant you were good at kissing

and oriver wants to be known as someone good at kissing

especially to you

so whilst in the kitchen as you both arranged the groceries, he asked if he could try it with you, explaining the mechanics and grinning as you blushed

“are you sure?” he asks, standing in between your legs where he had placed you on top of the counter, arms already wound on his head and nervously playing with his hair.

“i’m not in between you this close for nothing, dummy!”

but your mind is immediately muddled when his smirk grows as he placed the cherry on his tongue— that imagine itself, very fucking hot — held you in place by your waist, and went to town

painted the town spitting cherry and all that

he’s weirdly so aggressively lingering about it, slow and sensual

he hums against your mouth until he finishes, smirking proudly as you stuck out his masterpiece

“let’s try it again!”

the poor ice cream you bought has utterly melted once you two are done and oriver’s satisfied with ensuring his ‘kissing skills’

made by lavi <3

taglist: @asaitashi, @sakusasimpbot

#haikyuu imagines #hinata shoyo x reader #adriah tomas x reader #haikyuu smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #oriver barnes x reader #hinata smut #sakusa smut #adriah smut #oriver smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #lovemeian.#lvmn.shorts #mine.#rogue.

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inarizakibabe · 3 years

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2:17pm

"Is there a reason you're out here alone?"

You turned and found Sakusa looking at you from the doorway. Behind him the MSBY celebratory party he took you along to raged on.

"Sorry I just needed a little air. It was getting stuffy in there. You should get back in there before someone misses you. I'll be right back."

Sakusa raised an eyebrow at you and scoffed. "I'm sure they'll be fine."

You took a good look at Sakusa once again and he didn't look much different now than he looked before you guys left your home. Only difference was the jacket he wore with his suit was now draped over his arm. You wouldn't think it possible but he looked even more handsome now without his jacket. The gold accents on his waistcoat gleamed in the low lighting and brought out Sakusa's best features. If there were two thing Sakusa Kiyoomi knew to do, they were play volleyball and pick out a suit that made him look irresistible.

"Any reason you're staring at me?" His voice brought you back to reality and a small smile made its way to your face.

"You just look really handsome right now. Are you trying to impress someone?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." Sakusa chuckled and took a seat beside you. "How are you doing?"

You pouted at the question asked and rolled your eyes. "I hope Atsumu didn't put you up to this."

Sakusa looked at you with extreme disgust. "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear you say that. Now answer my question."

"I'm alright Omi." you giggled as he finally looked away. The building chosen for the party came with a spectacular view of Osaka at night time. "Do you think we could stay out here a little longer?"

The answer you got was Sakusa's jacket wrapping around your figure and his fingers lacing through your own and grabbing your hand in a tight embrace.

"We can stay as long as you'd like darling. I'll even buy us a house down here if you'd like."

At first his words didn't register with you but when they did you felt your cheeks getting warmer.

"That sounds nice Omi."

#sakusa brainrot #sakusa fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #Sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #short story

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ducky-anime · 3 years

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pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader

prompt: Rumors says that Kiyoomi Sakusa is dating someone in school.

words: 1233

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my hand warmers

“Heard what?” Another asked as she covered her mouth with her hand.

“Sakusa, the hot germaphobe volleyball player, is supposedly dating someone in school.” The first girl said.

“Oh my god really? She must have kinda a hard time getting physical affection since you know he’s a germaphobe, but she’s a lucky girl to have a boyfriend this hot.”

You just ignored them, you walked towards your homeroom and went to your assigned seat. You waited for the rest of the class to come in. You rested your chin on your palm as you looked out onto the snowy scenery of the school grounds.

“Y/n!” Someone repeatedly said your name. After the third time they called your name, you turned your head with a slight irk on your forehead. You looked up to see your friend's face, ayaki, you met her during the end of middle school.

“Oh it’s just you, yes ayaki?” You said, you bet to yourself that it was probably Sakusa, since that’s what everyone has been talking about.

“Sakusa is dating someone!” She exclaimed but in a whisper. If I made a bet with myself, I could’ve gotten at least 50 bucks.

She pulled out the chair next to you and sat down and started talking about the rumor. You had a slight smirk on your face thinking that, sakusa’s girlfriend was right in front of her own two eyes, but you didn’t say anything and just listened to what she has to say about the news.

The teacher later came in and ayaki left the spot for your other classmate to sit in. He told everyone to go back to their assigned seats, he later then started class.

A few hours has past, it is now lunch time, your favorite time of the day, its not last period because after that last class you had volleyball, not that you hate it, it was just tiring after a long day of teachers talking.

You left class with Ayaki then separated because you needed to head to your locker to drop off and grab a few things.

You opened your locker to see a neatly folded gray zip up hoodie and inside there were a couple of bags of hand warmers and a little letter.

You opened the letter to read it.

Morning or good afternoon princess,

I know you get cold easily so here’s a jacket and some hand warmers to keep you warm during class!

See you later <3

-sakusa

You smiled at the letter and you placed it in your wallet and wore the hoodie and placed the hand warmers in the pockets of it.

You grabbed your lunch and walked towards the cafeteria. You walked a bit until you spotted your friends. You walked towards them and one of them noticed you.

“When did you buy that?” Mina asked, she was the one who noticed you.

“Huh this? A while ago…” you placed your lunchbox down onto the table and sat down next to ayaki.

“It doesn't smell like the normal detergent you use.” Ayaki said.

“Why are you smelling me?” You said as you scooted a bit further away from her.

“Wait, it's not detergent, it smells like cologne!” She pointed out.

“Huh what do you mean?”

“You don’t wear cologne Y/n” she said.

You just chuckled nervously and continued eating your bento that your mom made.

“Who’s the lucky boy?” One of the girls smirked at you.

“Sa- no one” you quickly corrected yourself, you said that without thinking hopefully they didn’t hear the first part.

“Who?” one of them said as they were wiggling eyebrow.

I thought to myself if I should keep it a secret or tell them. But either way it's gonna get out. So what’s the point of not telling them?

“Sakusa…” you whispered

They all looked at you shocked. Ayaki was even more shocked than the rest of the groups.

“So-” before one of them could say anything you shushed her before she continued her sentence.

“He doesn't want it to get out of hand.” I told them. Since he’s not big on attention from people around him.

They nodded and we walked out the cafeteria and went to our next class. The teacher later came in and started class.

An hour has passed, class ended. I packed my bag then said bye to a couple of my classmates and left to go to practice.

On my way there I see a familiar silhouette near my locker. I ran up to the person and hugged the person from behind. He was startled but he knew who it was. He turned his head and looked at the arms wrapped around his waist. He turned his body and he is now facing you.

“Hi” Was all you said as you took your arms off him.

“Hi princess, how was your day today?” he asked “Were you cold?”

“Nope, thanks to someone and it was alright” you answered.

You opened your locker and took out the necessities for volleyball and closed it. You both walked to the gym, he then continued walking with you towards your gym.

“Thanks for walking me. You should go before you're late for your practice.” You told him.

“It’s fine, we meet up at the same spot?” he asked while adjusting his sport bag.

“Yup, I’ll text you when I'm done with practice.” You informed him.

You bid your goodbyes and went inside the gym. You heard some of your teammates whisper saying like ‘was that Sakusa with Y/n?’ to ‘Is she the lucky girl?’. You just shrugged it off and went to change into your gym clothes.

After practice, you got stopped by some of your teammates. You were just about to leave but no, they have to interrogate you about the situation with Sakusa.

“Hey Y/n are the supposed rumored girlfriend of Sakusa?” Hanon, the libero of the team, asked.

To be honest, your volleyball team was kinda like your second family. You knew all the members since day one of high school. You sighed and told them the truth but you also told them to keep it secret until you and Sakusa are ready to be i guess public?

They were honestly shocked, because who would have thought Sakusa, the germaphobe of Itachiyama would have a girlfriend. A loving and an affection one to be specific. You try not to bother him too much, since he is mostly focusing on his volleyball career and you don’t want to distract him too much.

You left the gym and texted Sakusa saying you were done with practice. He answered with ‘you know where to meet’. You smiled at the text and walked towards the location that he mentioned before practice.

You walked towards a tree, but it wasn’t any ordinary tree, it was the tree where you both confessed. You see his back leaning against the tree, with his hands in his winter jacket pockets. You ran up to him and hugged him. He was of course startled since he wasn’t used to skinship with others. He hugged back and you two walked towards the train station.

You had your hands in your pockets to keep them warm but then you felt another hand in your pocket. It was Kiyoomi's hand, he was like your personal handwarmer.

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bunnykawa · 4 years

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what are you doing, step bro? (sakusa x f. reader)

summary: To your parents, Sakusa was the greatest son. To you, he was the best big brother you could’ve ever asked for, but you could only find that out with a little force.

a/n: i literally just started college so i won't have much time to write but i have some stories in my drafts that'll be posted in awhile lol. should i open requests for haikyuu drabbles since they're short but still entertaining?? idek i feel like no one is reading this rn LOL but if anyone is reading this, lmk ;)

(edit: I HAD TO REPOST THIS CS IT WASNT SHOWING UP IN TAGS so sorry if you already liked this post)

warnings: 18+, incest, mentions of drugging, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of parental neglect, noncon/dubcon/rape, sakusa is a dirty pervert i just don’t know how else to tag this, degradation, slight manipulation

"(Y/N), this is your new big brother, Kiyoomi," your mother said, holding tightly onto your small shoulders as you stood in front of her.

"You can refer to him as your nii-san from now on." Locking eyes with you was an older boy with long black wavy hair, two moles on the right side of his forehead, and a white face mask on the lower half of his face which blocked his nose and mouth. How odd, you thought. You could tell he was disinterested with how his eyes were blank as he stared at you.

That was the first time meeting your step brother, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Being four years younger than Sakusa, you two never really got along. Of course you had to respect each other, but there was nothing to really talk about other than when his volleyball games were or unfulfilling small talks. Sometimes he would make snide remarks, asking if you even showered when your hair was only slightly messy or if a smart word ever came out of your mouth when you stumbled over your words. Sometimes he was just mean to you in general to the point where you would cry. You always tried to ignore it, though. That was when you were younger. You couldn’t help that you weren’t that smart and he was your nii-san after all. Your parents would brush it off.

You celebrated his victories together, only because you had to. I mean, you were the younger sister of one of the nation's top three aces in high school volleyball. There was no way your parents wouldn't celebrate. He was their pride and joy.

Smart, athletic, incredibly attractive — everything you felt like you could never live up to.

Your own biological mom so obviously and painfully liked him more than you.

Before you even entered high school, Sakusa was old enough to move out and go to college where he continued to play volleyball. When he visited during the holidays, you still wouldn't have decent conversations with him. He would still insult you. It even made you cringe when you had to call him nii-san. Why address him as your older brother when he didn't even act like it?

But you dealt with it because you had to.

Fresh out of Itachiyama Academy, you're focused on studying for entrance exams for colleges in your area rather than what would happen if you ever had to see Sakusa again. But, you were expecting to see him very soon.

Gentle knocks are heard from outside your door and before you can respond, your mom is already opening it.

"(Y/N), Omi is coming today and he's gonna be here for a week. I have to go to the grocery store to buy food and I'm gonna run other errands so it's gonna take awhile," she says, leaning her head into your room. You respond multiple times with "okay" so she can leave your room sooner.

Textbooks and notebooks are strewn across your bed with you on your stomach, trying to cram as much information in your head as possible.

"That means I might not be here in time for when he comes, so you have to open the door and greet him," she adds.

"What about dad?" you ask with a grimace. The most you would do is say hello and scurry back into your room.

She rolls her eyes at you. "He's working late again. You know that, (Y/N)." With a sigh, you agree and she finally leaves your room after bidding you a "goodbye."

You can't remember the last time you saw Sakusa, but it was probably almost half a year ago. Ever since he left for college, your parents were even more distant towards you. They probably felt like they didn't need to worry about you because you weren't doing anything important.

When Sakusa came over, he barely acknowledged you and you were okay with that because it meant he wouldn't be bothering you.

But that didn't mean his blank stare wouldn't catch your attention whenever you came out of your room to eat or use the restroom. The atmosphere felt...very odd around him. You couldn't necessarily come up with a reason why.

Suddenly, you hear knocking on the front door. It had to be at least an hour or two since your mom left and the thought of who was waiting at the door made your stomach churn.

"Nii-san is here," you mutter to yourself as you got up to open the door. Right as you open the door, Sakusa was staring down at you with the same blankness in his eyes from before with his usual face mask. His hair was shorter than you remember.

Mindlessly, his eyes seem to scan your body before returning to your face, making you feel self-conscious. You were only wearing black spandex shorts and a loose tank top. Subconsciously, you rub your arm and step back to make space.

"(Y/N)," Sakusa acknowledges you in a deadpan voice. It's no surprise to you.

"Hi, onii-san. How are you?" You try so hard to be polite, but Sakusa seemed to have a naturally dominant energy that overwhelmed your senses, even if he also seemed to have the personality of a jar of mayonnaise. You step aside so he can come in. He wore gray sweatpants and a black windbreaker that was zipped up all the way. As soon as he makes it inside, he removes his face mask, stuffs it in his pocket, and starts unzipping his jacket.

"I'm good," he hums, "Where's mom?" He places the backpack he was carrying on the couch and takes a seat as you close the door.

"She's out doing errands and dad is working. Do you want some tea?"

"Yes, please. Make sure you wash your hands before you do. Thank you," he said. You walk into the kitchen, muttering "germaphobe" under your breath at his extra request. Unbeknownst to you, he watched you from his place on the couch as you walked around the kitchen, pulling the tea kettle out of one of the bottom cabinets and looking for cups. His gaze followed the outline of your ass in those tiny shorts that hugged your bottom tightly.

"What college are you planning on going to, (Y/N)?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I'm applying to the college you're going to and three others," you replied from your spot near the counter.

Sakusa actually perks up at your answer. "Oh, cool. You'll love it there if you get in. Only if, though. You're not the brightest."

You couldn't help but let your face fall in a frown at his seemingly small comment. Quickly, you compose yourself and brush off his remark. You got the water boiling in the tea kettle and reached high for the teacups that were sitting on the top cabinets. Your stepdad definitely put them up there.

A presence looms close behind you, which makes your whole body automatically freeze and tense up. A veiny, bulky arm reaches up easily to grab the teacups while another one snakes around you to pull your tank top down as it was exposing your stomach. You're not sure if you're imagining it, but you definitely feel something stiff brushing up against your back.

"You need to be careful. Don't wanna hurt yourself, do you?" Sakusa commented, leaning forward so his mouth was right next to your ear. A blush found its way onto your cheeks from feeling him so close to you.

He usually hated being so close to people. What was so different today?

"R-right," you stuttered, "Thank you, nii-san."

Confrontation wasn't a strong trait of yours.

You guess that moment was when it started getting really weird between you two. You still had small talks from whenever he would actually see you come out of your room, but you wanted to avoid him as much as you could. However, that was hard when Sakusa insisted that you drank tea together every night and, of course, your parents insisted, too.

Your nii-san wants to spend more time with you, they would say excitedly. Better late than never!

Maybe if he was showing the slightest bit of interest in you, your parents would finally care about you. So, with much hesitation, you started drinking tea with your step brother every night. Sakusa even made the tea himself so his poor little sister wouldn't tire herself out with carrying that heavy teapot.

You're still not sure if you're imagining things, but the tea tasted different from how you made it. And you swear that the tea didn't make you so sleepy after drinking it until he started making it.

"Come here," Sakusa would say with a smirk, "Onii-san will take you to bed."

You would pass out before you even made it to bed, but every morning you woke up with sticky thighs, only blaming it on sweating while you were sleeping.

Until one day, you didn't drink all the tea that he made you. You still fell asleep, though. Your brain was hazy enough to make you lose consciousness as he helped you up from your seat in the kitchen.

Sakusa laid next to you on your bed. You were placed on your side so he could slide under the sheets right behind you to press his hardened length against your ass. This was his favorite part of the night. He spent a few minutes playing with your cunt to make it slick enough for him to let his cock break through your walls.

You barely stirred awake. Didn't even move an inch as he caressed every part of your body, from your soft nipples to the sensitive nub between your thighs.

He pushed the elastic of his sweatpants down to his thighs quickly. His cock hit your ass before settling between your folds. A satisfied moan leaves his lips when he feels your wetness coating the top part of his shaft as he rubbed it against you. He hooked his arm around one of your legs so that you were spread open enough for him to fuck you and rub your clit at the same time with his other hand.

He wanted that sweet nectar completely coating his dick. He remembers the way you tasted and how you came on his tongue the night before, despite being blacked out from the little pills he would dissolve in your drinks. You tasted so clean and smelled so fresh. It was impossible for your nii-san to control himself around you.

And when did your ass look so good? God...Sakusa couldn't believe he never noticed how cute and well-shaped you were. You weren't that little girl he met when you were both kids. You were pushing adulthood now. Still pathetic looking, still too shy, still small around him, but fuck, he definitely would have pushed you over the counter the first day he came over and fucked you until you were crying and gagging.

He continued rubbing circles onto your clit and letting his cock soak up your juices. Gently, he positions the tip at your entrances and pushes in slowly.

"There you go," he whispers in your ear, "I know it's a little big. Don't worry."

He manages to fill you up all the way, making him groan. Your walls were tight around him. He thrusts in and out of you carefully, salvaging the feeling of your slick interior.

But you didn't drink all the tea, which means that you could wake up earlier than he expected.

Sakusa didn't expect you to wake up now.

You stirred slightly as you regained consciousness. Although your eyelids were heavy, you tried to force them open only to be met with darkness.

"Mmm," you croaked, rubbing your eyes. The odd feeling of being filled up suddenly made you wake up more. "W-what's going on?"

"Fuck," Sakusa muttered from behind you. You felt a hard chest pressed against your back and...a hand on your pussy. No, something inside your pussy. And that voice was so familiar.

You quickly whip your head around when the realization dawns on you. What the fuck is happening? While your eyes adjust to the dark room, you see two familiar eyes staring straight back at you. He stopped grinding his hips against you for a moment as if time stopped.

"...Nii-san?" you hesitated. His breathing was heavy and he stayed silent.

"Nii-san, what are you doing?" you asked in a panicked voice. You quickly tried to get up from your position, only to be held down by Sakusa’s muscular arms. His hand wrapped itself over your lips to prevent you from screaming.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet, (Y/N),” he whispered. A muffled scream tries to escape your lips. He continued to fuck you slowly, leaving a burning feeling in your walls. The same sore feeling that you would sometimes wake up to within the past few days.

For a moment, you pry his fingers off of your mouth. "I don't understand...Why are you...?" You yelped in surprise, horror, and pleasure as he delivered a sharp thrust from behind you. The smack of his hips against your bare ass made you cringe and feel so disgusted with yourself. Nii-san is actually inside me.

"My poor little sister," he chucked darkly. He suddenly wraps his arm around your knee tighter and forces your legs wide open, your knee almost touching your chest. Instead of putting his hand over your mouth to shut you up, he kneads your breast. His hands were so large.

"You think you can walk around the house looking like a little slut in those tiny shorts?" He stretches you open with his hard cock with slow, yet hard, thrusts. It left your mouth agape, but no sounds left your throat except for small squeaks that you couldn't hold back. "You stupid bitch. Just as dumb as I could remember. Fuck, you don't know how much I wanted to bend you over and fill you up with my cum like the stupid, desperate slut you are."

He was satisfied as you were barely fighting him. All you did was desperately search for something to hold onto and bite your lip because you were so scared. His words were painful. "Look at you. A waste of fucking space, only good as a fuck hole. Didn't even realize she was getting drugged and getting fucked every night because she's so fucking stupid."

Weak. That was all your brain was telling you, mocking you, as Sakusa didn't stop moving against you and insulting you. This wasn't the first time. It just so happened that this time you were able to wake up.

"I-I..." you stuttered, "I'll...I'll tell mom and dad." The sheets were gripped tightly between your fingers. "I'll tell them- mmmm...what nii-san has been doing to me..."

"If you tell mom and dad, they wouldn't even care," Sakusa said in a patronizing tone. The way his hand was caressing you made you wanna cry.

“They would!”

"Mom and dad don't even treat you like a daughter, (Y/N). When was the last time they told you they loved you?" Even if his question was rhetorical, your mind went completely blank. You can't recall a moment where they ever told you they loved you.

"B-but, this isn't right! You're not supposed to be doing this," you argued. It was a surprise that your mind wasn't completely clouded by how big his cock was and how his thrusts felt almost hateful.

"You think they would choose your side? You'd be ruining your own life. Maybe you'd ruin mine. And it'd be. All. Your. Fault." With each syllable, his movements became sharper. "You don't wanna betray your nii-san by saying something, do you?"

"You love your nii-san, right?"

You do. You love him so much, even if you tried to avoid him and he never said a single good thing to you in your whole damn life.

Because you have to love him.

You stopped gripping on the sheets to the point where your knuckles were turning ghostly white to brush away the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your body shook, from both crying because of Sakusa's painful words and how hard he was fucking you. The pleasure building up in your core was overwhelming you, making that intense feeling of having to pee forced out of you.

Hearing your sniffles and small cries, Sakusa pulls you even tighter against him, but doesn't stop his relentless thrusting. It turned him on even more. He pushes your hand to brush away your tears for you, like good big brothers should.

"It's okay, (Y/N). We both know mom and dad don't love you."

A loud cry erupted from your chest. Maybe if your parents cared about you, they'd be running to your room to save you the second you started crying. But, no. Sakusa was basking in the fact that you were hurting on the inside. After years of negligent silence, you were finally letting it all out.

"But nii-san loves you," he said with a smile.

Although his words seemed to stun your entire being, you manage to choke out a "What?" Like it was the first time someone ever told you that they love you.

His torturous thrusts almost distracted you. Fuck, why did it feel so good to have your step brother fucking you on your side like this?

"I love you." He sweetly grabs your face so you can turn your head to look at him. There was a pounding in your ears coming straight from your chest. A warm feeling spreads throughout your stomach.

"You...you love me, nii-san?"

"Of course I do." He was actually smiling at you, "If I didn't, would I be inside you right now?"

His face didn't seem so blank anymore. Sakusa never ever smiled at you. Hell, he never really smiled in general. Someone actually loved you. Holy shit. And he was even pounding away at your insides like you were a fuck doll.

Is that why he's so mean? Was he just trying to hide his feelings for you this whole time? You could die laughing right now. His cock felt so damn good rearranging your guts against your will yet you were struggling to accept it.

Your cheeks naturally puffed up in happiness as you smiled so brightly at him. The flip switched in your brain so easily. Without another word, Sakusa kissed you passionately, because he knew you would let him continue to ravage your body. Your hips began to buck from the pressure building up in your lower half and you starting pushing your hips towards him, welcoming his length inside you. It felt like you needed more of him. More of his love.

Love me.

"Nii-san," you gasped against his lips. His movements never faltered, which you figured was from his amazing athletic ability and stamina.

"Be a good little sister and cum on my cock," he coaxed. He could tell you were so close to cumming from how tightly your precious cunt was hugging his length and how you were squirming against him. You were both slick with sweat. As you started squirming more violently against him, Sakusa tightened his grip on you.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined desperately, “Nii-san, I’m gonna cum!” You grabbed his arms and pushed your fingernails into his skin, making him hiss from the sudden pain. With a firm grip over your mouth, he muffles your screams. Satisfaction settled in your stomach as you exploded all over his cock. Your sweet juices trailed down your thighs onto the bedsheets.

As much as Sakusa wanted to, he couldn’t fill up your insides and see your hole dripping with his cum just yet. He quickly pulls out of you and lets his seed shoot onto the bare skin of your ass. The shock of your orgasm left your thighs trembling, your skin wet, and your eyes drooping.

“You’re the best little sister.”

You would’ve replied, but you could barely form any words as you lost consciousness again. When you woke up the next morning, you were fully dressed and cleaned up, with no stickiness between your thighs like how you used to wake up.

Sakusa actually cleaned you up this time. You felt your heart melt and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Everything seemed to go back to normal between you two, with the same small talks and not really seeing each other often, but he always had a knowing smirk on his face whenever he saw you.

Whenever his eyes would trail up your body to meet yours, you could feel a warmth in your stomach spread all throughout your body which forced you to look away quickly. Whenever he insulted you, you would feel your thighs press together. Whenever you caught yourself admiring his features when he replaced his face mask for a new one, you smiled softly to yourself.

When it was time for him to leave, you couldn’t help but let a few tears shed. He was all set to go, with his backpack on and his mask covering his face.

“Hey, don’t cry, (Y/N),” he cooed, wiping your tears away, “You know I won’t be gone forever.”

You sniffled, “I know. I just hate being here alone.” Well, not necessarily alone. You just hated being ignored and neglected just because you weren’t your brother.

“If you manage to get into my college, you can move in with me. How does that sound?” You instantly perk up and dry your tears with your shirt.

"Really?!” you asked with excitement. You imagine all the things you could do with your nii-san without your parents in the picture. You could go out together, hold hands, share kisses, just about anything. He could even fuck you whenever he wants.

These thoughts about your own step brother would've made you feel sick before.

But that was before you knew Sakusa loved you. Now, you couldn't help but ask your mom when the next time your nii-san would be coming to visit. While you were waiting for his next visit, you studied hard.

College would be so much fun with your nii-san with you!

Part 2

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ak8shi · 4 years

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FWB HQ Boys: In which you beat the player at his own game!

warnings: Time skip spoilers, mentions of sex(all characters are 18+), alcohol, stupid people in love

a/n: ahh I’m sorry I’ve been a little MIA!!! But I’m back with this pls enjoy ! I think the fandom really make germaphobia his only personality trait sometimes which makes me sad because I think he’s actually a quirky/classy dude and very functional in social situations,, I hate to say it but ya’ll would get played by him… sorry.

━Sakusa Kiyoomi

Some of you may be like ???? Omi fucks around ?? how ?? BUT he definitely does in his own way

He probably doesn’t do much in high school to be honest, he’s mostly focused on improving as a volleyball player and achieving his goals

Once he reaches pro level though,,, it’s a different story lmfao

I can see him being picky as hell about his hookups, but just because he’s a bit of a germaphobe doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel attraction or doesn’t have needs…

….He’s so hot too… girl

His hook-ups are always taken seriously though… like he’s the type that feels like he has a professional image to upkeep, so he always arranges things beforehand; he’s definitely not messy about it and sets clear boundaries

I think what makes him kind of a player is how standoffish he can be…and he doesn’t really give anyone a chance because he doesn’t think they what it takes to deal with his lifestyle lmao

He’s just like, its easier to call the uber right after, get into the shower, and wait until he can hear the front door of his apartment shut I’m screamingg

Sakusa also isn’t one to kiss and tell, even with the boys… he doesn’t think its tasteful and would rather not have Atsumu up his ass about his flings

ANYWAYS,, let’s get into this, so you know Atsumu through mutual friends and met during college, and the two of you just instantly clicked since you also were a part of the same sports medicine program as him

Atsumu signed with MSBY and you were so happy for him, but you were bummed because you were busy with PT graduate school and couldn’t really attend any of his games

A year passed and you found yourself texting Tsumu to see if he could meet up and grab coffee since you were on winter break!!

You: hey I’m back in town wanna grab coffee sometime?

Him: who is this

You: I see you haven’t changed ❤️

LMFAO, so you catch up with Atsumu and he talks about his new career and his teammates, he seems so happy :(( we love to see that!!

He invites you to MSBY’s game the following weekend, and you’re pumped to go!! Tsumu got you great seats, and he meets you before warmups to make sure you’re okay finding your way around

Atsumu: don’t take yer eyes off me <3

You:

He’s so…

You’re enjoying the match and you even go to grab Onigiri from Osamu’s stand, but you can’t seem to look away from number 15 on Atsumu’s team

He’s .., scrumptious to say the least 🥴

Like he’s so composed and calculated on the court, and you find it so funny how he rolls his eyes whenever Tsumu says something to him and how Tsumu gets so heated about it 💀

The match ends and you go down to meet Atsumu near the lockers, showing the security your family/friend pass 😌

You walk through the halls trying to locate the setter, but you can’t seem to figure out where he is

The only person in the hall is the tall, dark haired man that caught your eye earlier; he is already walking towards the exit with a mask covering his face, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, sweats embroidered with “Sakusa” adorning his body we’re all looking..... respectfully

He’s truly so intimidating but you’re like….highkey lost… so you don’t really have another option

You catch up with him, poking his shoulder gently; he turns around and his attention on you is almost STARTLING.. like his eyes are SO dark

Him: can I help you

You: sir… if you don’t rail me, I’m gonna have to intervene‼️😈😹

After getting over your initial shock, you hear multiple footsteps rumbling down the hallway towards the both of you

Sakusa lets out an annoyed sigh, muttering about how he has to go, but before he can escape you hear Atsumu’s loud voice LMFAO

“OMIIII, where are you goin’? Its team karaoke night remember?”

Tsumu sees you and slings an arm around your shoulders, “Oh-? So I see you’ve met our outside hitter Omi?”

You glance over at Sakusa, his expressionless eyes glued to your face, then slowly trailing down to analyze the way Atsumu casually has you tucked under his arm

Atsumu nudges him, and he grumbles that he’ll meet them after changing at home before walking off in the direction of the private parking garage

You meet the rest of the MSBY boys in the uber, and find them super friendly and welcoming; Bokuto and Hinata buy the first round of drinks at the karaoke bar, but you only have one because you have work to finish the next day WE STAN

Atsumu already has a pink glow setting into his cheeks when you see the boys turn their attention to Sakusa walking through the front door, looking as handsome as ever in his dress pants and fitted white t shirt

They all shout out incoherent hello’s, and he takes the only open seat next to you with a glass of gin and tonic in his hand he smells so good god

You’re unsure what comes over you, but you find yourself turning towards him, and you just start asking him about himself and his career, and surprisingly he’s very polite and much more animated than you previously thought

His voice is like…so alluring and he never looks away from you when you talk, its like he’s absorbing every word

Meanwhile, Atsumu is stumbling over the stage with Bokuto belting Love by Keisha Cole LMFAOO😭

Tsumu kind of ‘warned’ you in the car ride over that Sakusa was a germaphobe, but you know that Atsumu tends to invade people’s personal space sometimes and it probably wasn’t as dramatic as he made it out to be

However, you weren’t expecting the outside hitter to lean over from his seat after checking the time on his phone, whispering in your ear, asking you if you wanted to meet him at his place later than night WHEW

Girl I would be sweating… and you say yes ofc because who’s going to pass up this type of opportunity-

He gives you a charming smile and is like,, okay cool, I’ll see you later then 😊 I’m dead

Ya’ll exchange phone numbers and he’s like if you need any help with my idiot teammates let me know before he takes off

You don’t tell Tsumu about your little… entanglement plans dsnjaknda but honestly he wouldn’t even remember based on the way he’s slumped against you in the uber he owes you big time

You get home after dropping off Tsumu at Osamu’s, and operation dick appointment with the professional volleyball player is put into action 😈

He sends an uber over to get you ladies do not settle for less please, and you’re BIG nervous but in a good way as in you know this dick is about to be bomb af

SO you’re standing in front of his apartment door, and when he opens it, he’s still in the clothes he wore to the bar and its like 1 am he’s so powerful

Um I feel like he would get straight to it honestly, probably starts with a little convo on the couch and then…

YOU WEREN’T AWARE HE WAS SO DIRTY,,, it was SO good too like after getting home that night you’re going through a crisis… like you had so much chemistry together for having just met, and you wonder if he feels the same way🥺

You caught yourself in sleepless states some nights, kept awake by the thoughts of the way his hands felt against your skin, the way his five o’clock shadow gently rubbed against your face when you kissed, and how he would hold you(only after a thorough shower together of course)

As it happens more and more, he lets you into his life little by little, and you notice and remember small facts about him and he often remembers a lot of the things you tell him about you, its really enjoyable for both of you

Its weirdly domestic to a point but that’s why its so good for both of you???it adds a bit of spice ??

Sakusa: can you come over tonight

You: sorry the retainer is in already <3 no dick sucking for me tonight <3

Him: I bought pastries from that cafe you like

You: say less✈️ I’m coming💃

AND he HAS jokes okay, like he’s funny as hell and very witty when his true self comes out; but he’s also a HUGE tease and he’ll say something completely straight-faced that someone else might take offense to like “you look ugly,” but you just know he’s kidding from being around him long enough and from seeing the little glint in his dark eyes

It becomes a routine thing while you’re home honestly, and you try your best to hide it from Atsumu because you just KNOW you would never hear the end of it; for all he knows, you met him that one time at the bar and that was that

Everything is going smoothly until you slip up at one of their games

You were sitting in the waiting area with the team (mostly talking to Atsumu), when he just says something that makes your short circuit

Atsumu: what kind of animal do ya think omi would be? An octopus maybe?

You: yeah I mean with those flexible wrists it makes sense

Atsumu: what the fawk🤠

He’s like… how do you even know about his flexible wrists IT TOOK ME 6 MONTHS TO GET TO THAT STAGE WITH HIM-

Oops, lmfao so you kind of tell him about everything and he’s literally shocked for you, mostly because he doesn’t want you to get hurt :(

Atsumu: So I see he’s just sleeping with ANYONE anyone

LMAO noo he definitely thinks you’re too good for him and he kind of lectures you, telling you that he had a hunch that he messes around with girls like that, but also you’re an adult and you can take care of yourself, and it isn’t like it’s a serious thing!!

Meanwhile, Omi is like going through a bit of a crisis all alone because everything around him reminds him of you or something you said when you were together

He got with people who were compatible sexually often, but he never had the urge to have them stay over after the deed; he usually immediately called them an uber and wouldn’t speak to them again

He found himself thinking about seeing you in the stands at his games, wishing you were there to cheer for him only, and he adored the way you respected his boundaries unlike many of his hookups

Atsumu probably notices something is off with him at practice

Atsumu: hey…if ya ever want to talk about somethin’-

Sakusa: no

Girl… he doesn’t disclose any of this to anyone

Its nearing the end of your break, and you head over to sakusa’s for probably the last time before you go back to school

You’re kind of at the point where you don’t think anything will happen and you know you shouldn’t get your hopes up, and it goes how it usually goes? Except he kind of hugs you goodbye and your heart goes: 🦋🦋🦋

You go back to school, occasionally texting Tsumu about your graduate program, and before you know it, like 5 months pass by and you’re back for summer!

Tsumu texts you and is like… sorry but I’m forcing you to be my plus-one tonight for this dinner thing I have to go to

So you dress up and he comes to pick you up, and you’re really not sure why you were surprised to see Kiyoomi sitting at the table when you arrive you give Atsumu a nice smack on the back of the head for not warning you

You sit down at the table after greeting everyone, trying your best to not act awkward when you shoot sakusa a small smile that he returns politely (but you don’t see it because of his mask)

Atsumu sits weirdly close to you the entire dinner with his arm around the back of your chair, and he’s just acting strange in general??? Like he’s bragging about your degree program and about your accomplishments, you just know he’s trying something funny; but you don’t really say anything because you don’t want to disrespect him in front of the team’s staff as a guest

You almost choke on your wine and you catch on when Bokuto starts making comments after Atsumu says something,

Atsumu: …so yeah, pretty much she should be our next president in my humble opinion

Bokuto: 🙈WOAH. WHAT?😍 HOW COULD SHE GET ANY BETTER⁉️🙄 OR HOTTER⁉️💪🏼💋

You, sitting there: 🧍‍♀️

He’s so bad at acting I’m crying..,, it becomes so obvious that they’re trying to make Kiyoomi jealous

(the boys plotted beforehand, trying to get Omi to ask you out officially; after you left, he literally would never shut up about you whenever Atsumu mentioned you, and it was just obvious he was in his feels when it came to you)

Atsumu: she’s studying at a café tonight for finals

Sakusa: Yeah so I’m glad you brought it up, because I’ve been thinking about it for days. Fine I guess I’ll say it. Her favorite coffee blend is French roast and she only likes a dash of sugar with a lot of cream, but it has to be hazelnut creamer or else she doesn’t like any-

Everyone in the gym: 🗿

LMAO ANYWAYS ITS LOWKEY WORKING you look over at him and his face is like stone.. girl..

The dinner is almost over and Atsumu gets up to go to the restroom with a wink I hate him, and you get up to catch a breath of fresh air outside

You sit on a bench for a minute, calming yourself down after the eventful dinner, but then you see the door to the restaurant swing open, Sakusa looking around the corner before spotting you

Your heart pounds in your chest as he walks over and asks if he can join you, inspecting the bench before sitting down, pulling his mask down as well

He eases into a conversation by just asking you how you’re doing, basic stuff, but then in the middle of you going off on a tangent about your stupid professor, he stops you

“I missed you.”

He crosses his legs, not looking at you as he takes your hand, intertwines it with his, and places it in his lap

You gaze at him, taken back at his confession, noticing the slight pinkness tinging his pale cheeks

You say you missed him too, and then he’s asking you if you would like to go on an actual date with him

You: wait are you asking me out officially?

Him: Yes. No I’m not. Yes I am❤️

SKSLD Please he’s awkward help him a little, you agree and then you hear a tap on the window behind you, you turn around to see Tsumu, Bokuto and Adriah behind you with big grins on their faces LMFAO 🤡

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, but you don’t miss the small upturn of the corners of his lips as he hears Bokuto happily scream through the glass

#dont even get me started w this i dont want to look at it anymore ❤️#JUST TAKE IT LMFAOOOO #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyu headcanons #hq #sakusa kiyoomi x you #haikyuu x reader

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